Friday, 22 July 2011

A Stinging Rebuke.

Life without life is a tough call, but at least the ditties are back. Aren't you glad?

Where have you been, beloved girl,
Where have you been today?
‘I’ve been to see my grandmamma
Who lives so far away.’

And did you think of me, my sweet,
When you were in that place?
‘Now, why would I do that?’ she asked,
‘You’re just a waste of space.’

This is known as self-deprecation. Words, words, words...

The garden was gloomy tonight. Everything dripped. No bats, no bunnies, no owls. Abandoned.

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