Saturday, August 15, 2015


It's like a little snag,
It's like a cube of salt,
Like walking in the fog,
And like a little colt.
I will cover my nose,
And my mouth, no one knows

What happened here today.
Nobody wants to know.
Keep it behind the grey,
Though the gossips will grow.
I won't be part of it.
Alive, you they will eat.

Take this red, warm blanket,
And take this foodie packet,
And my precious locket.

And hide 'til the next day,
Or until you can face
All of their talking, hey,
It's not bad a race
If just to cover up.
You can just take a nap.
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