THE BLOG OF DISQUIET :Qweir Notionsin the Armpit of DiogenesbyDINGO the DISSIDENT binge-thinkersinceFebruary 2008. ................................................................................................................................................................................................................... ........................................................................................................... .............................................................................................................................................................................................................................
Friday, 10 February 2017
I'd like to write
poems so beautiful
the world would smile and weep
before returning to its very troubled sleep.
1 comment:
Ha. I sleep like a rock. Almost never recall dreams...for years now.
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