15 April 2009

108 Poems #095

Sitting in the fading evening light
My nose empties, drip by salty drip
Forty minutes later, it is still full


[14 April 09]
Posted by Puerhan at 9:08 am
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1 comment:

Barry said...

I guess it's true. One man's misery is another man's laughter!

3:38 pm

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