Red ants,
black ants,
at a picnic
genocide waits
in the wings.
Tinkling chimes--
a creeping truck--
a white-coated vendor
peddling icy dreams.
Decisions, decisions...
Do I watch
the tiny war,
or buy the ice cream?
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Reviewed by Sailor Neptune (Reader)
Reviewed on July 29, 2002
icecream feels good
when it melts slowly
on my tongue.. yes have icecream
wonderful poem seen all the little ants.
GC
Hearts of Gold
Synopsis
by
Frank P. Whyte
Portland, Oregon is known as the City of Roses. Of course that’s an odd name for a city whose mere mention conjures images of driving winds and torrential ra
In a post-coup America, an Illinois farm boy is drawn into the resistance by his brother's death. Captured, he is given a choice: betray his friends, or the girl he loves will be lobotomized.
when it melts slowly
on my tongue.. yes have icecream
wonderful poem seen all the little ants.
GC
May Lu $*_*$ / Sandie Angel :o)