A whisper of wind from the west,
Lying in bed feels the best.
For soon comes a storm,
Make me wish I weren’t born.
In the fog its not clear,
And I drank too much beer,
Yet its not hard to guess what comes next.
Posted by admin on Oct 19, 2009 in Poetry and Prose
A whisper of wind from the west,
Lying in bed feels the best.
For soon comes a storm,
Make me wish I weren’t born.
In the fog its not clear,
And I drank too much beer,
Yet its not hard to guess what comes next.