My heavens are brass, my Earth is iron, My moon is a clod of clay; My sun a pestilence burning at noon and a vapor of death in the night.
He has been trying to sing love into existence again, and he has failed.
If your a bird, be an early bird,
And catch the worm for your morning plate,
If your a bird, be an early bird,
But if your a worm, sleep late.
All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday, Sorrowday
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Posted on April 28, 2008 at 1:37pm