Redundant.

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Redundant.

 

The skull that grins upon my desk

I picked up at a car boot sale

Although my taste me seen grotesque.

The skull reminds me without fail.

As he is now so will I be.

In time to come I too must die

I don’t suppose he thought that he.

Would end up as a bargain buy.

When I am dead my skull may be.

An ornament that’s on display.

On someone’s desk quite possibly

What does it matter anyway.

Though it was mine it is not me.

It never was nor will it be.

 

Saturday, 08 September 2012