24 January 2011

Burnsian

Burnsian (to a louse) 1/24

I move in weeds of ancient death
Pick my way from breath to breath!
These hats of wonder I cannot free,
But take solace in the notion!
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  1. Anonymous25/1/11 18:32

    wow! Very strident. That last line is killer...literally.

    Best,

    Jose

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