21.09.06
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| Last Night | ||||||||
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| Copy Right Nici West | ||||||||
| The rain was falling heavy, the sun was hiding face. My bones were lying weak, wearing last nights sad disgrace. And in the ditch a beggar lay clawing at the floor, for any piece of dime or a piece of something more. The streets were growing empty of strangers passing by. The three am wanderers watching clouds growing high. Mumbled words were spoken, as a rich man bowed his head, a figure cowered lowly in doorway for his bed. And in my room I gave a groan, and rolled onto my side. Within these walls I can forget the broken world outside. 21.09.06 |
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