Cowbells
By birksy
My foot struck the cowbell, and alone in the field, I saw the debris and stared. Kicking a tune of metal, the Spring's not come again, and we're left with Autumn's rot. So I took a day, piled the bells into the middle and walked away, but whenever I turned, they stood just as high, just as high. Written March 1st, 2002 © on Mar 02 2002 11:44 PM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 10
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"My foot struck..."