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White noise
startles the air.
As shower songs of morn
intended to please covered ears
do not.
13 Sunday Jan 2008
Posted in Poetry
Tags
White noise
startles the air.
As shower songs of morn
intended to please covered ears
do not.
23 Friday Nov 2007
Posted in Poetry
One tired old nag takes the lead from the gate
Two skinny young broads try to alter their fate
Three laps ’round the track find her lagging behind
Four years she’s been running to pay for their wine.
Five children at home with no clothes on their back
Six days of the week Mom is out at the track
Seven summers ago life was filled with beginnings
Eight-to-one says that Sunday’s spent spending their winnings.
Nine-to-five never entered their minds for a minute
Ten-to-one is more fun – hooked on thinking they’ll win it.