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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4631 Registered: 11-1998 |
Poem of the Week Insomnia Carole Barley (Vienna) It’s 3 a.m. and the wine is all gone, just me and a sticky glass, because you know, it’s the roads that do it. Motorways are black serpents. I have seen oncoming lights and know the adverts lie. I have turned fatalistic, keep repeating your farewell words into these empty hands. Speed should be shared. We are both used to far-too-fast, know our combined stopping distances. Be safe, take care. I should have said I love you. Sleep won't come. |
