Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Thursday, October 14, 2004
Born on Time
At a blurring run
Through the match-stick crowd
Starring, blank faces
As you pass swiftly by
To the dissinfected sanctums
And a hospital bed
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