Crossing the hillside
of life
there are no stepping-stones
outside
the thistles
tear our hands...
political sticker
words laid down
overwhelm...
how much cost your hapiness ?
fifty "pi" ? doesn´t it ?
you ought drink a can
or a pint
the words are to twist
at any time...
I´m allowed,
that´s me...
Mário M.Carvalho
29.09.2011 - Dudley
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