Fields Of Hay
The train station was crowdedBeaches of sand, fields of hay
Tickets exploded into today,
Holding her hand looking at glass
Quicksilver memories perishing fashion
Able to dress ever you please
Just book a mark in your memories,
Look like you know, knowing the way
Love is for show afoot in the play
Tickets exploded into today
The train station was crowded
Beaches of sand, fields of hay .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2014-01-12 at 12:27
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