they fail me,
sometimes.
the lock refuses,
and remains undone.
the grass all burnt,
dried and brown.
the sun didn't glare today,
how odd.
missed a blue one,
along came a white.
must say, can't deny.
it wasn't half bad.
awkward pauses,
not at all.
Monday, June 22, 2009
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