Strangest Of Times
By birksy
There's a wail from a woman, makes me smile through strangest times, familier words fall to my ears, and I sing a little, way off key. And this is all a part of me, I wonder who will know it next, I wonder what will change, I wonder what will happen. At least my socks have all their toes, and my shirts, ironed by my own hands, give me a tea bag and a little water, I could live like this a little. I leave the music slightly quiet, won't do to have it too loud, quite refined in a middle class way, I smile through these strangest of times. Written March 7th, 2002 © on Mar 07 2002 06:38 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 12
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