Tuesday, May 20, 2008

She stood on the bridge at midnight...

Her legs were all a quiver
She gave a cough
Her leg fell off
And floated down the river

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I wish I were down by the sea again
The lonely sea and sky
I left my shoes and socks there
I wonder if they're dry?

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These aren't mine, they come from my childhood. But I thought of them, so here they are.

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