Tumblebug
Laughing, lovely tumblebug
Screaching, squeeling happy flub
splash and squal in your baby tub
silly, tiny tumblebug
Screaching, squeeling happy flub
splash and squal in your baby tub
silly, tiny tumblebug
Tumblebug
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
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Color me dark | 2 | 02/17/2009 |
Empty | 0 | 02/16/2009 |
Gone | 0 | 02/16/2009 |
Tumblebug | 0 | 02/15/2009 |
Dearest Regret | 0 | 02/15/2009 |
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