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The road to my Saturday (Free verse) by Enkidu

The road to my Saturday is paved with foam In the heat Where the crosswalks mingle I'll search for the road I can call my own But it'll be damned And wrought from pain Wherever this road ends I will build my home

Dovina 20-Jan-07/3:57 PM
A pretty dismal prospect, this. And why be so sure the road is damned? Oh, they all are - ok. But what about Sunday? Really, this is quite unclear to me.




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