Wednesday, 19 August 2009

Poem of the day

JEJUNE WAS HE THE POET,
MATERIAL IN THE WORLD
ON THE TABLE DRENCHED IN
DEEP ENNUI, GRASPED AT FALLING
HOPES OF CRADLES FILLED WITH
PRETTY JOYS AND CHINS
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