365 Poetrics
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Day 119
Dusty old wooden board
Sitting on the floor
Waiting for it's victim.
Creak, creak, creak
I
t goes with out warning
To be triggered when a new day
When a new horizon is triggered.
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