Treasure Island

Paul Cutting

(11/26/58 / New Haven CT)

curiosity


I wrote a story
But never wrote it down
I picked up something
that never touched the grown
I lost something
that know one ever found
I spoke words
with out making a sound
I climb up a Tree
and never left the ground
I had my favorite meal
air pudding and wind sauce
I worked hard all week
and then I paid the boss
I picked a bunch of Oranges
and then made apple sauce
this to me is an atrocity
I want to go crazy
just out of curiosity

Submitted: Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Edited: Wednesday, June 10, 2009

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