“Pink they be, but pretty as can be!” Gun Roswell
A sunny reminder
Of the days of summer
But then we found out
It was actually September
Oh, what a bummer!
Oh well, any ways,
As long as there is no snow
And the winds won’t blow
We won’t have a cow!
“Hearing the words spoken? Seeing those words written on the wall? They must all speak the truth? But are you listening?” Gun Roswell
“Can you hear my voice?”
It asked
“Listen to my voice”
It continued
“Walk towards my voice”
It beckoned
Finally, standing there in front of the wall, with a can of spray in my hand, I had made my statement
I hear a voice
Anyone else?
Are you listening?
Rantings Of A Third Kind 