But if I'm rushed... Well, it's easier to ask forgiveness than permission.
A Jeweler's Lament
I count the days I was in England
by faded stamps on a forgotten passport
like pearls, they luster to the touch
like pearls, they wax unseen
like pearls, I gather the strand
Fifty seven days is not a necklace.
by faded stamps on a forgotten passport
like pearls, they luster to the touch
like pearls, they wax unseen
like pearls, I gather the strand
Fifty seven days is not a necklace.
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