Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Thursday, March 04, 2004
The twilight scudded across the sky like a cream bun across a pond
Laughs sometimes run
Like cream from a bun
Just when your having fun
It's jumped the gun
And you're dead and done.
Like a dead man walking.
Yawn.
Sleep time methinks.
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