I'm here
it's not cold
But it's clear
I AM old
I'm staying
At 'Clink'
Where the main thing
Is drink
There are girls here
And boys
At in the wee hours
There's noise!
(Jet lag)
Before fleeing
To to Tower
I slept
Thirteen hours
(London)
There are millions
Of steeples
And zillions
of peoples
And on me
It's all growing
Though on Tuesday
I'm going!
This could be the start of something big... or messy.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
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