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Saturday, 24 April 2010

This little life



'The daily round, the common task',
alas, don't 'furnish all I ask'.
I cannot sleep, I overeat:
this little life's relentless beat.
(perhaps that last word should be bleat)
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2 comments:

  1. alembic24 April 2010 at 16:22

    Great image -- the folded arms, the lack of eyes and mouth, all of it petrified -- for this poem,

    (o)

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  2. marja-leena24 April 2010 at 18:35

    Yes, as alembic said... and 'bleat' says it better.

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