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Monday, January 10, 2011

New socks day

Here is silver rumble
we tremorr in our socks
we've eaten something bitter
among the tiger fluffs
Here is something poisoned
to kill our very feet
the mould we grow amongst our thoughts
as grey as city sleep.

Who said we'd get
the newest or the best?
Nothing stretched our future see
we get black or white tv.

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