Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Thursday, January 01, 2009
One word He holds
In the sheep folds
As the lambs sleep
Its a solitary pickle
Who tickles the fancies
Of the silences
Who silently creep
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