Michelobo.
"Howl, howl/ Your fill and overripeness of the heart/ I may not come with you/ Companions of the broken bouy/ I may not seek/ the harbor of your drifting shore."
posted by Jeff Laughlin @ 5:41 PM
Sunday, January 18, 2009
"Howl, howl/ Your fill and overripeness of the heart/ I may not come with you/ Companions of the broken bouy/ I may not seek/ the harbor of your drifting shore."
Lacking wherewithall and worn wire-thin from weariness.
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