Words
by 
The Walrus
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Posted: 26 August 2003 Word Count: 37 |
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Words ripple the waters
Of my consciousness
They jettison me
To slumber’s surface
They coerce me
They tantalise me
Into urgent activity
Not resting until
They are skidding
Merrily across the page
Halting finally
In fanciful formation.
Of my consciousness
They jettison me
To slumber’s surface
They coerce me
They tantalise me
Into urgent activity
Not resting until
They are skidding
Merrily across the page
Halting finally
In fanciful formation.
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