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For Five Months
larrylark

Oh! We've had it now.
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Five months round the fire,
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groping through the dark,
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Christmas decorations up
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in October Park.
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Tree in the bin on Boxing Day.
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We can't heal ourselves or steal happiness.
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Nothing to say, just inarticulate hope,
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faded as my overcoat
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blocking the draught
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that laughs behind the vestibule door.
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Come on in. Park on the floor
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I'll switch on the gas,
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turn up the heat, make a meal out of everything.
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As you can see at last, I am turned inside out,
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my entrails shiny gloss exposed,
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the tip of my nose frozen,
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stuck to these dull surroundings.
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Old settee, faded curtains,
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mothballed suit stitched up by Burton's.
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Its not even certain I'll be here in Spring.
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The darkened hour, sweeps in
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forcing clocks back,
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while emptiness sleeps beyond smoky glass.
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7 Nov 07

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I like the words tucked in here.
October Park...sounds really good.

That second stanza you've got here
is full, like holiday cramps and bullshit.
Really like it.
 — jenakajoffer

Hi jenakajoffer

You got me in one, cramped up in a tiny space in my head and full of bullshit.

Larry cow dung Lark
 — larrylark

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