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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
The Rolling Stone
The rolling stone rolled over a butt naked stoner, as it continued rolling, the stoner woke and started a roll. Accompanied by the stoner the rolling stone past a city with a billion small un-rolled stones, which the rolling stoner set in motion, entering the billion stone city. All together they were on a roll, alongside each other, the rolling stone, the rolling stoner and a thousand small rolling stones rolled into the green city, were stones were to cool to fool around and roll. Up, over, in, out, down and under the harem of rolling stones rolled with a rolling stoner, one by one and roll by roll they found a cool stone singing a different tone.
By Bjarke Kamp6 years ago in Poets
