Monday, 1 February 2010

Nailed To A Post In Your Past.

Do what you need to shy child for you must now grow wild.
When winter comes, I'll be back and I'll find you.
Wait by the river, throw a prize to the ice.
Sew shirts without collars.
Scrub floors without carpets.
Scare crows from the brambles
and save a story for me
nailed to a post in your past.

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