dedalus Posted June 30, 2015 Share Posted June 30, 2015 The procession halts in a fanfare of blazing trumpets, a cough of rolling drums. Sudden silence! Let me introduce my friends: step up and say hello! Gene is acrobatic: he scurries in and out of locked rooms, but has never yet been caught. Anne is temperamental, which means what it says, mental with a temper. I shall chew the leafy drug, remove but some of my clothes, and sing the song of loneliness. Outside there is the rain which runs along the road. My words are all in vain, and stumble out in code. Turn back time forever, no longer let it run. This, then, this endeavour, halts. Here , then, it is done. Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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