Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Living in a hole
In the ground
Make no sound
But the slap slap slap
Of the soles of my feet
On the subteranian street

Want to pop in
For a quick catchup
And maybe a steaming cup
Of freshly brewed tea
Gunning for frendship anew
As we relax and sip the brew.

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