Something to say,
not sad,
now calling no waiting at the railway door.
Wasn't then, now sure I need at least
2000
miles
away.
Church,
that silly nursery rhyme bitching cramp,
beating that glad coming back.
I need least
2000
miles
away.
Go beating that coming back
2000 miles away,
further from me.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 444
2,000 Miles
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Drop a line, a quip, a snippet, your pants, or an anecdote...just don't drop the soap.