The long, dark tea-time of the soul:
Wishy fishy trying to fallHearing the call
The Muses find it pretty amusing
scattering thoughts, its really confusing
Summertimes creeping up from behind
A slow sax like a shadow on my mind
Trying to capture a mood, to get lost
No matter the cost
Let's fade into this jigsaw of words
Let us compete with the birds
Just another small affair
About which we couldn't possibly care
Poetry by Lalando
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Written on 2006-05-21 at 17:27
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