Pimping The Inverse

The moon turns to illuminate
My impatient wait
For the imp of the perverse
Who [typically] turns up late


August 2011

1 comment:

Confessions of a Temporal Lobe said...

These nineteen words of yorn, made me think of Hey Nineteen by Steely Dan.
Cheers.

24 July 2013 at 05:29

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