Monday, October 3, 2011

R. Hartley Riddle

the slimy surface icky to the touch

sometimes silver wrapping waiting to be sold

it catches a breath from it’s sides, you don’t realize it

consumes the same as it is

goes to school

pink interior as colorful as the sunset

dwells where we cannot go for to long

sometimes keeps people at the edge of their seat for hours

they’re deadly or very friendly

what am i?

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