Sunday, May 22, 2011

The muse who breaks one egg in every carton.
The muse of sore hip and morning limp.
The muse of Beso the Donkey, whose song is coming,
and of the onion sandwich, may they sing off
key or on, for nothing is worth saying and the nothing is.

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