Monday, May 26, 2014

2.1119 : 5/26/08 : Every Damn Morning (Spell 3/5)

Every damn morning
the sun rises eventually
like magic
And the sublime rhyme
I dreamed disperses
leaving me elegiac
So I take it instead
making sure that I spread
the blame around a little
Rome just looks so great burning
and I’m so busy turning
the pegs on my fiddle

what

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