A while since last I wrote...
More humor to laugh...
Too much to candy coat.
Like a PC with too much back noise
slows.
Do you ever freeze,
See the moan
fear the crow...
Of ghosts and king.
Of martyred mass and upturned pinky toe.
At times humanity
Tastes like bile's dry heave.
And then you see something like this:
Musicians on streets
Sway to the same beats.
Like Grandpa Elliot
in the French district,
no talker can compare.
Politicians beware
the day the masses sing in unity.
http://www.playingforchange.com
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
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