Silence. Repetition. Rhythm.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Walking home
From the train before the last,
The old man two houses up
Still falls asleep in front of the TV.
I'm glad his wife's not sitting with him,
She always draws the curtains.
I can see the football's on,
Some things never change.
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