When I want to cross the road
To get to where I live
I cross the road in black
I wonder can they
see me
in my coat
black on the tar
Are we all squirrels
Like the cat I nearly hit that day
they all just seem to run
across
whenever your headlights come
too close.
bizarre
Friday, 12 November 2010
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