Saturday, November 20, 2010
some random scrawl
Puddle me this,
My self in solution,
What is this pollution
That delivers me here
Scorning my surroundings
And dismissing the foundlings,
Who in ignorance,
Would promise me bliss?
My self in solution,
What is this pollution
That delivers me here
Scorning my surroundings
And dismissing the foundlings,
Who in ignorance,
Would promise me bliss?