I am over the moon
It's just a rock
A handless numberless dotless clock face that disappears
I am over the moon
It's too week to stand up to the day
A hurdle that a cow can jump over is not worth knowing
A pock marked cigarette burn in the dark
What was once white is now Jubilee line grey
Wednesday 17 June 2009
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