Thoughts that sometime...rhyme: Space Plowboy

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Sunday, January 22, 2012

Space Plowboy

I lie down in my bed And draw the covers over my head To escape the reality I don’t want to face I am on a planet - spinning through space. Darker than the world under my covers The night sky between the stars, Somewhere to the left of Jupiter and Mars Is an inhospitable place for lovers. Our world... Sign in to see full entry.

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