I think now to be quiet
Monday, 25 November 2013
Poetry
Is meant to be read aloud
away from the crowd.
Get yourself all alone,
a dog with a bone,
growl and sneer
at all who come near
while you chew
for the marrow,
neglecting tomorrow,
because no one can borrow
today.
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