Of shoes -- and ships -- and sealing wax --
Of cabbages -- and kings --
And why the sea is boiling hot --
And whether pigs have wings.
Sunday, May 09, 2010
Denial
I sit with my back to the fire and watch The shadows dancing in the softer dark. When you sent me away your voice was hard But a hint of regret was in your eyes.
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