By B.K.
Date: 2003 Aug 05
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The Tortoise and Her Hare

On a left turn
One way trip
I stumbled upon
A succulent set of lips
And the moment
They said my name
I lost all feeling
In my simple brain
I was pre-programmed
In clear channels
Tapped into a
Dictionary of love
Tattooed on his lip
Taking the ride
Through infinite space
Right up to the place
Where cosmic love resides
And don't be surprised
When you look up into sky
To see me there
Winking and blinking
And nodding out at you
Supporting my blender habit
Poor little turtle
With love as her snare
Still flying low trying
To catch her fast as lightning hare