Poetry without pretense. Occasionally with spell checking.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Fast -17/01/2010
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I was listening to Blood on the Motorway
Every swerve
Was a dance on the peddles
in glass slippers.
A pumpkin
in my own playground.
And you wouldn't believe the speed I was doing.
_________
-Peace
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