The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner

Friday, August 17, 2012

Take one and call me in the morning

Sea shells are planned
The energy canned
The lime a clean shake
The wine a clean bake
But the doors are all conscripted
The eaves well transcripted

And I will go home to be silenced again
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