Sunday
By lexy
Wed, 15 Sep 2004
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I picture grasses upward rate
See swell of ash in fireside grate
Sense desperate crave of hungry hound
Image course of weed from ground
Spot mound of dishes hiding sink
Catch slip of light through curtain chink
Scent weeks washing, all about
Of all these things, there is no doubt
Yet if I were to heed their plight
Blaze domestic functions light
Upon this home without a care
What use for bum, or point of chair?
lex ?04
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