Feeling like I slept in a trench
at French Verdun, December 1916.
The back of my head is burning.
Somebody's nursing a grudge
a little more kin than kind.
Everybody's got a white whale
they can't forgive I suppose.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
October 2009
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