Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Godfearing

Each person's machine/
Sits, stands spewing/
Language and humor/

An onlooker stares,/
Well oiled, clean/
Heart and soul intact/

His machine glimmers,/
Shines with the glare/
Of the lights above/
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