The Clock Strikes One
My mind is like a clock
ticking and tocking and always
hickory dickory docking—
but not a mouse is running
underneath the sunning
sky. Don’t ask me why
that is; that is until—
that isn’t. Then, it will.
~Son Rivers 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
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