About the Picklesworth
Introduction to Poetry
Gods of the the Copybook Headings
Friday, September 25, 2009
I wouldn't want to be in prison high above the ground.
I wouldn't want my sundry limbs with rope to all be bound.
I wouldn't want a swatch of duct tape cutting off my sound.
I'd hate to think I'd die up there, never to be found.
February 15, 2010 at 7:53 AM
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