secrets
Thursday, February 5, 2009
in the palm of your hand
Lyre bird calls
to tell us lies
and you, my muse,
have amused me
with the morning coffees
and coughing chorus
and that talk of soldiering
with the solder.
You keep secrets in the
palm of your hand
like little scars
and acronyms
and I'm not sure
you'll open them
to me...
to tell us lies
and you, my muse,
have amused me
with the morning coffees
and coughing chorus
and that talk of soldiering
with the solder.
You keep secrets in the
palm of your hand
like little scars
and acronyms
and I'm not sure
you'll open them
to me...
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