Sunday, 23 January 2011

A poem

Red hands hanging in the willow tree and
those pesky foxes.
All women are cats when you turn them inside out.

5 comments:

  1. Inside out I am dripping empty.

    Love ya meow meow!

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  2. and all men are dogs when you look down their throats

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  3. I think I'm more of a badger.

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