there are two, said the man, in the corner of the morning
there are two made of memories and spice
take a look around and I swear you’ll see no better
half of one is well worth twice the price

so I clumped to and fro through the log-jams and the labels
past the ruby trees where you once hid
silence was my gift, from the days of lust and laughter
but carefully I closed that open lid

lenticular and obtuse, somehow still the story
swirled in pretty bubbles round my head
back I went to see the man in the corner
only to discover he was dead

two of them he’d said, but neither seemed to be there
so I put my money back into my purse
situations alter, so do circumstances
unfortunately always for the worse

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  1. abikertoo

     /  June 19, 2013

    Wayucch yeur syxx, keeyp tarayk ob whuts goayun awn, tiyum izza fleuud dayut wee sawymm froo, jeuss bemember tew tredd waddeur ayffteur yew stawp sawymmun

    • I think that’s advice we should all bear in mind πŸ˜€ and if I had any idea what this poem was about, I could probably apply it… πŸ˜€

  2. damommza

     /  June 19, 2013

    *nods nods* πŸ˜† πŸ˜†


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