Sunday, September 9, 2012

The Feeder (Humor and Poetry)

Early September, glazed over,
Come, don't think of Idaho!
The red leaves on small hills,
cheery, ripen fruits, no birth-control pills.
Harbored at lover's bamboo woods,
Four hairy monkeys, each
holds a banana like something
golden and won, they are trumpeting.

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