Saturday, November 28, 2009

Three Weeks Left

I never hear the word "Escape"
Without a quicker blood,
A sudden expectation -
A flying attitude!

I never hear of prisons broad
By soldiers battered down,
But I tug childish at my bars
Only to fail again!

-E.D.

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