The Burden of Excess
April 1st 2008 07:39
Coins are in my pockets there
Gosh how I would love some air
The countless coins about which I have sung
Prevent more singing from my lung
These coins I’d counted over again
Give me no hint of oxygen
So in the ocean, the coral I join
As I’m weighed to the sand by pocketed coins
Gosh how I would love some air
The countless coins about which I have sung
Prevent more singing from my lung
These coins I’d counted over again
Give me no hint of oxygen
So in the ocean, the coral I join
As I’m weighed to the sand by pocketed coins
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Comment by Anonymous
but you could've ended with..
"..by pocketed florin!"
Comment by Brenton
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Comment by Always Eighteen
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Comment by Brenton
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Comment by Mountain Fog
Infognito
and so little to show for it....!
cheers
fog
Comment by Always Eighteen
Always Eighteen
Great poem, by the way!