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Tuesday 14 December 2010

A Wee Poem

a wee poem.

He folds me in his humour,
In that which I can not see.
He holds me in his hunger,
For the want of whats to be.

Expression, minus a thousand words,
Empty.

Anticipation at two to the dozen,
Call it ten a plenty.

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