Thursday, May 15, 2008

I can feel thick winter chill
Oozing up through floorboards
Are we locked in a timewarp
With cold-and-broken clocks?
Grim resplendent lush
Sends a shiver up my spine
Staring at the pulpit’s sad face
I am forced to the back of the room
Where I can lord over everyone
In relative safety.

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