T’was a chilled northern isle
Where grows only weed and rock
From those rocks many a wall grow
Walls that fill with pigs and sheep
They all eat well, weaving tales in their sleep
~
sck020315
Day: February 3, 2015
Morning Triku #60
Warm Blue Steel
Irony is when
Might weighs more heavily than
Probability
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Blind Double vision
A doppelgänger
Somewhere be, for half of us
Though most never see
*
Wheels and Axles
An end begins where
A beginning ends – middles
Always stay the same
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Sck020315
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