Friday, 26 December 2008

Still basking in the glory of this one

It started one cold day in the sun

Avant Grande met Rangu

All covers exclude you.

Curtains have their rooms

Made on contorted looms

There's music, there's lyrics

Their photos, their gimmicks

In all shapes and sizes

Staples and disguises

Inside jokes outed

Couldn't smile, I pouted

'Leave me be!' she fumes

Old memories need tombs!

It’s Christmas, it’s New Year

It's a goodbye to my ear.

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