Friday, 10 August 2007
Thursday, 9 August 2007
Pomes
DEPARTURE
Grief, like gravy
Has no destination.
INSOMNIA
Somewhere
where
sheep
sleep
out of
sight
PRIDE
If you wear a thimble,
When you're darning
Your master's socks
No needle points
Will prick you.
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