Shout the organ!Tap the tuning fork!
Now, start to strike the song
Played like mermaids, breaking wind.
The summer fatherHas the keys he
Who growls and sometimes shrieks
Pouring bronze he
Sits at home he
Plays the skin of
The dead wife he
Rehearses with the blind asses heSeems to be what you call
Jolly fate.
1 comment:
I`ve been here once and came back. Like the way you put the sketches and the poems in between... a visual overdose!!! GREAT!
Anita.
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