Wednesday, 12 December 2012

Fog


When I grow old I want to



remember that check shirts and
pushy puppies and silver clips
and shrinking socks and highway
guitarists and starry skies
and orange peels and frayed laces
and bubblegum suns and 
silly sparrows and night trains
and shampoo-noses and
twilight-coffee and
snowfall paintings and
smiling omelettes and 
runaway friends and
freelance lashes
made me
happy



but not remember
just why
:)

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