A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond.
The sound of half a duck quacking.
Saturday, May 01, 2004
Clapping Leaves
Pillow-cough my subterfuge
Deluged in mirey-slough
You think I'm gone bezerk
County-clerk without a shrink
Just nod and smile my way
I'm glad to say I'm gone for good.
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