Michael J Wilson
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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Anonymous
25/1/11 18:32
wow! Very strident. That last line is killer...literally.
Best,
Jose
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wow! Very strident. That last line is killer...literally.
ReplyDeleteBest,
Jose