Thoughts that sometime...rhyme: The safe place

Sunday, February 5, 2012

The safe place

No matter how the day Is filled with drudgery and dread One thing I can count on Is a warm dry place to lay my head. It surely must be a special art To live life out of a shopping cart. But when the sun drops And the sky goes black A head nods Eyelids drop One more day of fear and dread With no warm... Sign in to see full entry.

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