Long It Goes Over Again by Flakebelly from United Kingdom
The town lapsed into silent outlines
and fell asleep by two
each day she'd watch the city die
happiness is a yesterday thing - not like that dream she had
in pink with dancers - to a halt
into the canvas flat
sits at her table
she will work the world to shape
and bend it to her will
but...
Found underneath a gooseberry bush, some time past. A purveyor of pomes and posey, liking nothing more than to be thumbing his flaming jangle music all hours
Found underneath a gooseberry bush, some time past. A purveyor of pomes and posey, liking nothing more than to be thumbing his flaming jangle music all hours
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