June 29th, 2004


(no subject)

In the tide of darkness
stood a man of girth
a hole within in his pocket
from which fell his worth

In the maze of lightness
stood a man of lean
a hand outstretched and ready
to catch each passing bean

In the dusk of twilight
the magic fritters faught
and extracted just a pittance
from every passing thought.

Bob Bain 29th. June 2004
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