Friday, July 30, 2004

Sheap-skate
 
Salvation army petshop
Is opening it doors
Taking in the strays
Take away my innermost
Till I am run dry
Lying on the asphalt
And smiling at the
Twinkling heights
All over life inside
As the ground kisses
Plastic wheels
In the grinding of time.

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