Wednesday, November 29, 2006

tires

figure this thin
let nothing else in
tired long days
spent in fin

fin del sol
of the jack of all trades
cowboy this way
the west road

is now silent and cold
musty and mold
fog sitting untold

sadness and tears unfold

my best friend its been
no anger bin frin
wicked holding it in
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