some poetry, politics & what have you

Thursday, November 29, 2007

sit down by the fire
i'll tell you a story
& send you away to bed
of the things that are creeping
around when you're sleeping
& wish you were out here instead
it isn't the mice in the wall
it isn't the wind in the well

you remember the pogues, don't you?

you remember iraq, don't you?


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