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04/02/2014 7:26:35 AM Tuesday

© hewesufa

 

It is   

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 time

What does the colour    y e l l o w    tell me rite now

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The curtains in my den

Butter

Sun

Eggyolk

Nothing y e l l o w in a naked male body

Nothing y e l l o w in a naked female body

No y e l l o w tears are ever shed

No y e l l o w snot is ever snotted

A bad liver mite produce y e l l o w eye whites

So the colour y e l l o w is xternal

1 has to watch if the colour y e l l o w shows up in dreams

The emotion envy is said to be y e l l o w

A song sinx about the y e l l o w submarine

Time to go and find and purchase y e l l o w silken panties

For the lover who comes tonite and will take it off

For putting his something in to the something space inside

In bella italia a criminal story is called …g i a l l o…because of the

y e l l o w jacket the clever publishers used to catch the eye of probable murderers or sleuths or unsuspecting  coactors at the scene of the crime

Some real animals have y e l l o w  eyes but I have never seen a globian have y e l l o w  eyes

Maybe the real aliens soon to come down from the skies will overwhelm us with their y e l l o w eyes

 1 surfs the net and finz a po’m about

 y e l l o w         d    a    f    f   o    d    i    l    s

and here is the y e l l o w catch…

William Wordsworth (1770-1850 / Cumberland / England)

 

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I wandered lonely as a cloud
that floaz on high o'er vales and hills,
when all at once I saw a crowd,
a host, of golden d    a    f    f   o    d    i    l    s;
beside the lake, beneath the trees,
fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
and twinkle on the milky way,
they stretched in never-ending line
along the margin of a bay:
10.000 saw I at a glance,
tossing their heaz in spritly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A po’t could not but be gay,
in such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thout
what wealth the show to me had brout:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
in vacant or in pensive mood,
they flash upon that inward eye
which is the bliss of solitude;
and then my heart with pleasure fills,
and dances with the     d    a    f    f   o    d    i    l    s

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thankU dear solitudinal mind of William Wordsworth


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