14 March 2003

Blue is the sky above,
turning the sky into blue.
Blue but the nighttime comes,
and I feel blue, that’s true.

Blue is her crying eyes
and the air is blue in here.
When the feeling is blue,
I know blue will be everywhere.

Blue butterflies in the garden,
kissing the scent of blue berries.
And the blue flower there
is feasted by blue jolly bees.

I remember the blue cold night;
I made her blue eyes cry.
Wearing the blue shirt I gave,
she said it very blue, ‘goodbye!’

kenn jimena

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3 March 2003

She comes out when it is night.
In the daytime, she always hides.
She likes to stay in the garage.
With my leftovers, she is attached.

She runs here and she runs there,
And I always stay away from her.
She eats my food that’s not yet cooked.
She destroys my shirts, pants, and books.

I am really tired and full of that Regina,
So give me the solution and the formula.
I am really going to kill her tonight.
I will find her wherever she hides.

In my kitchen, there she stays,
And ruins everything all over the place.
That mouse named Regina. Oh that mouse.
I will kill her and place her out of my house.

kenn jimena

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