A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond.
The sound of half a duck quacking.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Here Lies the Smile
Dither then a while and see
A sliver of a smile from me
All paranoid and full of glee
A Polaroid facsimile.
By heartlessly effected grin
You have been played and suckered in
For what it is you seem to spy
Is only on my face, not I!
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