"Up, up, over out and down"
up, up over out and down
down
down
down
to the depth deepest
chilling fire
hanging corposes
frozen wet
& yearning 4
home
blowing becomes
a gentle breeze
rustling green
leaves, curtain
sleeves,
flutterby wings
tick, tock
tick, tock
tick, tock.
press>>>off goes the music!?
will i ever b a
grown up child,
wise adult? No!
`T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova
10Aug03
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