Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
The fourth of the month
Falls like every other day
Straight down the line
Only it chases me away
It's strange to hide from time
You wobbly innocent child
I could hold your hand
But sooner or later
You fall to walk.
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