Saturday, January 1, 2011

Glow Stick

Glow-sticks, where does the light come from?
Shake me up.
In magical warm colors, they illuminate the paths on warm summer nights.
Tread on me.
Burning like a hot day in the very middle of July or August. Popsicle?
Bite me.
Soothing like sensitive teeth toothpaste.
Brush me.
Warming, safer than candle light or camp fires.
Blow me up.
Bright in the allusion to a cigaret bud in shape and essence.
Light me up.
Fun like a good joke shared over hot chocolate and spana cepeda.
Crack me up.

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