Things spill out.
Such a mess.
Ideas and paints or crayons everywhere.
Words jumble together.
Fun things emerge.
Who would have thought this was a masterpiece.
Maybe someday one will be created.
Things spill out.
Such a mess.
Ideas and paints or crayons everywhere.
Words jumble together.
Fun things emerge.
Who would have thought this was a masterpiece.
Maybe someday one will be created.
Saturn's Premier Poet 