Surprise the wolves got the prize
Surprise the wolves got the prize
At the sudden summer eve
Dressed in sheeps’ robe and all
The bird did they deceive
And for the prize they came
Riding on the horse
Cry a little. Gentle into the ear. Years mocking go by. Cry a little. Along the path. The beggars took you there. Cry a little. Feed a little. The hollow heart beats so clear. Cry a little. Die a little. Wouldn’t be time to fear. Cry a little. Die a little. Blood dripped. Smeared. Smeared. Smeared.
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- Published:
- April 18, 2009 / 10:42 am
- Category:
- POEMS /futility of words
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- poetry


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