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Monday, December 14, 2009

Sponge Cake

Starved for the few words
she never spoke
he molds sponge-cake fancies
to trick his ears full
with sugar-false sounds

2 comments:

RNSANE said...

I find this poem a little bit sad.

Francis Scudellari said...

A bit yes, but there's always a little sad mixed into life.