Beyond her there were flowers
With colour all a-glow
She found a quiet corner
Where only she would go.
A smoke, a toke, a lighted choke
A doorway here or there
Wherever there's a sheltered spot
You'll find the smokers' lair.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Quiet smoke
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Pretty houses
A row of pretty houses
Standing in a line
Rainbow colours, peeping through
Waiting for sun shine.
Little houses, little lives
Lived behind each wall
Compact dramas, tucked away
On each and every floor.
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