The Penny rain pounded on the meatal roof
like comforting raps on the door of hopless oppertunity
The fire wood warmed the damp moldy
banket wraped around my heart.
spiders slowly built steel traps
for flys.
Soft wisps of air carrying strong words gave
me streangth for time law.
The moons watchfull eye kept me cautious
the Suns wawm glow
lulles me to sleep.
2007-10-10
12:34:09
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srry i meant "times law"
2007-10-10
12:40:16 ·
update #1