He strikes a pose
He mouths a phrase
He goes and goes
For days and days
This noble fool
This love-struck boy
This addled tool
This rattle toy
He pronounces love
He announces praise
He prattles on
For days and days
Will he stop?
I know not when
But that he shall
Begin again
Thursday, February 26, 2009
On being inside time
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I’m tired I’m tired of my heart giving out Whenever it gives in That things being the same Never makes a difference Of looking forwards to s...
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