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Monday, December 6, 2010

When owls do cry n bat's back I do fly

Sometimes i would neither speak nor answer
When you spoke to me
But don't get angry or sad
I hear the noise of many waters 
All day all night
I hear them flowing to and fro
But me  in deep thought
Homer wi' hector achilles and ajax
Shakespeare's hamlet  wi'  prettey ladies
But me in dark room which once more I stand
Without any  sleep 
Thoughts running here and there 
When owls do cry n bat's back
I do fly far away
My dark  life begins again




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