look here comes the prodigal son / fetch him a tall drink of water / but there´s none in the cup cuz he drank it all up / left for the prodigal daughter

under the light from the powerstation




the skin of my


faithful youth


lies between your weak hands


and the silent hometown


feeling up my dreams


with its angry cock








Poetry by Lourdes
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Written on 2007-05-21 at 19:46

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English War Veteran aged 98
Oooh! Keep away from those angry Cocks!

wow this is deep but
i take it Chanteclere the hometown cockeral crows on
well done lady lourdes