Jingly beads hanging down
A happy faced clown
Distant frown
The twisted trunks of trees in my small town.
Chimes in the breeze of the crown.
And the little specks of dust in the air which make it brown.
Is it a haiku? no. It's just late.
Friday, 8 February 2008
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