The spinning top
Made a sound
Like a train
Across the valley
Fading
Oh so quiet
But constant 'til it passed
Over the ridge
Into the distances
Written on your ticket
To remind you where to stop
And when to get off
orang<3
DLthirtythree
Monday, January 5, 2009
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