Friday, November 13, 2009

A Nice Day

Isn't it
A nice day,
To go skiing
Off a cliff.
Into the lush,
Green foliage.
From said foliage
In a bathing suit
In which
To dive
Into the waiting
In said ocean
To a water plane
That goes up
Above a field.
Over which
To jump out the plane.
Falling till
The parachute
Prolongs life
By one more day.
Said day
Spent lying
In said field
Till the sun says goodnight
And the sky
Is beaded with stars.
Isn't it
A nice day.

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