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April 19, 2005

& in the winter...

And in the winter
when snails climb
bombs
You left.
And I could find nothing to write about
except
hangovers and the weather and
blackbirds.

The snails tell me there are worse ways
to live
&

sometimes I believe them.

Posted by Martin McKenzie-Murray at April 19, 2005 10:42 AM