wear and tear...
the wear and the tear-
the barely there-
is with a vengeance-
back...
the sane and the pain-
the voice in vain-
wallops out of
whack...
the 'oh' and the 'no'-
the fast and slow-
cuts the mind
in bits...
the who and the new-
the strokes of blue-
colours quick-
my wits...
Joy Weare.
8th February, 2007.
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