JOLLY GARDEN

Ring around,
dance around,
make the roses bloom,
too bad they're green,
I'm just a fool.

Tell me when,
Tell me who,
tell me when to lock the door,
is that too much,
will there be more?

I don't know,
I can't tell,
I wish I could hear that bell,
echo it through
my living hell.

Too bad.



Poetry by Golem
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Written on 2007-02-24 at 20:17

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