Of shoes -- and ships -- and sealing wax --
Of cabbages -- and kings --
And why the sea is boiling hot --
And whether pigs have wings.
Saturday, September 04, 2010
After the War
After the war the flowers are all suspect Escaping too easily from the bone-prisoned earth. I pluck a soldier's heart to give to my love No way of knowing whether friend or foe.
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Loved this one.
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