Monday, January 24, 2005

Disabilities

Engine's clear
From here to Moscow
Touchdown low
We'll hit the dirt
Running molehills
Into mountains
As winter bleaches
Life away

Trees and
Intersections flashing
We won't sanction
Anybody

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