and
with spring
spring's bugs
with spring
spring's bugs
invisible
things on the wing
that sing in my ears
in the night
and drill through my skin
they drink of my blood
and hide in my bed
and mess
with my head
until I strike
back
and splat them
quite flat
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Splat is a very good word.
ReplyDeleteArsenal's Wenger knows the feeling.
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