NOT JUST ANOTHER SATURDAY
Yesterday was bleak but today :-
Cirrus, whispy-lined, clouds, blown
By a north wind
Below a bright blue sky
Where the sun makes
And the snow sparkles.
Ah well quickly come quickly go.
This will never last long.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
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4 comments:
So old and yet such school boy poetry.
Zola is always young at heart.
Sorry, Zo-zo.
Drunk in charge of a keyboard.
Guilty as charged.
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