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Submitted:Jul 28, 2007    Reads: 103    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


as I wander off the trail

no matter where I go

it all leads the same

no place


crackle some more, swish

I stone-frighten the birds and squirrels

or whatever I disturb

a rat race

turtle-hare race

or am I simply asleep at the wheel

you can never tell

an eyelid�can only repell the other for so long

eventually we have to give in to our demons

and say 'alright, let's have it'

then stomp off, like a bull in the maternity ward

or is it something to do with a china shop



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