Another Day, Another Dolor
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
Empty Ring
Empty ring of cold white ice
Dangles in air very nice
Hard as marble in March
Melting with a music of manacles
Dripping with the tap of a drum.
Why she smile and me so glum?
Dangles in air very nice
Hard as marble in March
Melting with a music of manacles
Dripping with the tap of a drum.
Why she smile and me so glum?
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