2005/11/03
SomE TiME ToMoRrOw
Some wet time
tomorrow in the needle point
across metrics and suds Dublin is very fine
as needle point work is
nO THAT dodders like the ancient mules does
oR a cigarette and the night with your eyes
memory`s voice slumber of fragment
in my own bed
now the training night is quiet
an ostrich peekin`down a dance
pounded body
Sure wet day tomarraw raw
as spurred horses
the automated author
antlers of some geezer melting his suds in the hope
your eyes your eyes in the mirror
looked always it`s what pulled
me pulled
me
pulled
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tomorrow in the needle point
across metrics and suds Dublin is very fine
as needle point work is
nO THAT dodders like the ancient mules does
oR a cigarette and the night with your eyes
memory`s voice slumber of fragment
in my own bed
now the training night is quiet
an ostrich peekin`down a dance
pounded body
Sure wet day tomarraw raw
as spurred horses
the automated author
antlers of some geezer melting his suds in the hope
your eyes your eyes in the mirror
looked always it`s what pulled
me pulled
me
pulled
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By
Clifford Duffy