musings from the second floor
Monday, January 23, 2006
dropping keys
The small man
Builds cages for everyone
He
Knows.
While the sage,
Who has to duck his head
When the moon is low,
Keeps dropping keys all night long
For the
Beautiful
Rowdy
Prisoners.
(stolen property)
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12:36 AM
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