by ILWL on Fri Aug 22, 2008 2:17 pm
Not a bad effort there....
What are you up to posting on these meaningless threads when there is washing up to do. Remember we had a chat and it was 'agreed' that you would do it!
How was that for you?
Nose pressed hard on frosted glass
Gazing as the swollen mass
On concrete fields where grows no grass
He stumbles blindly on
Iron trees smother the air
Withering they stand and stare
Through eyes that neither know nor care
Where the grass is gone