tablespoons

tablespoons

A Poem by temet nosce

        

I've been told to listen
to Murphy's laws and that close
ness is only a hoax

(but love
isstillthebest
drug)

even after counting (baabaa black) sheep (have you any wool?)
and finishing each other's sentences with tablespoons

 

© 2008 temet nosce


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temet nosce
temet nosce

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