The Duration of Imagination

Purple plums, sucking thumbs, sometimes while chewing sweet sticks of gum, green pastures to run and have fun, warmed by the golden sun, eating a cinnamon glazed honey bun, watching blue rippled waters, filled with big black eyed otters, shiny slippery seals and marble colored eels. How white the bannana with its slippery yellow peel, pancakes with butter & brown maple syrup, with no pulp orange juice to help me burp, eating breakfast from mama's fine white china, and you thought nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina in the morning, never let your imagination go on vacation, there's always use for it in some sitiuation, whatever life brings color your dreams.