Orange is the Colour of Word
Poetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration. - Carl Sandburg
Monday, December 22, 2008
Warmth
He needs to be happy -
as I wind stockings 'round
his craggy skull
he says:
That's all I ever wanted.
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