Thursday, March 04, 2004

The twilight scudded across the sky like a cream bun across a pond

Laughs sometimes run
Like cream from a bun
Just when your having fun
It's jumped the gun
And you're dead and done.
Like a dead man walking.


Yawn.
Sleep time methinks.

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