Poem
Abol Froushan
Armadillo Loving
Armadillo Loving
Armadillo Loving
Full bright braJumping jumper
Knock knack knickers
On your loving sound
With a strong bong of night beat till past dawn
We jumped the stairwell
Fell coffee on the road to zonked heads
Doting eyes drooping red
Marble Arched our hearts and
Sang baby tomatoes on Bute Street
past the loving prickly gherkins and the loose change
The food chain and the armadillo blues growing pink
Perhaps we forgot the phone
On a flat battery purple and
Direct cash for dills so fresh
The sky came touching down in tiny drops
And
You are woven into time
Midnight sleeps for you
Dreaming these lines
© 2015, Abol Froushan
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Armadillo Loving
Full bright braJumping jumper
Knock knack knickers
On your loving sound
With a strong bong of night beat till past dawn
We jumped the stairwell
Fell coffee on the road to zonked heads
Doting eyes drooping red
Marble Arched our hearts and
Sang baby tomatoes on Bute Street
past the loving prickly gherkins and the loose change
The food chain and the armadillo blues growing pink
Perhaps we forgot the phone
On a flat battery purple and
Direct cash for dills so fresh
The sky came touching down in tiny drops
And
You are woven into time
Midnight sleeps for you
Dreaming these lines
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