Like fire on ice;
She bellowed and schemed
Pins on a bed of rice.
But when she woke up,
Her maps became stains
On all the trust and love;
None did remain.
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3 comments:
think of the endless row of little Indians, Hussy...there is always one left in an accute, impelling, necessary act of real /virtual regeneration...
he screamed like stains on maps
and stains remained.
remained. ice
yelled ice
remained
remain all ice
love
Thank you Rosy - Great !! :-)
Simon
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