The Forty-Fifth Paradox
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Meaning
Like a surrealist painting;
She's nothing,
but she looks so pretty.
Clocks melt when she walks by,
and male brains turn into apples.
But when she's gone,
they revert to normal,
like the room lacking a man with a newspaper.
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