toon causey -
abodie tint i the haar
o thair ain braith
city street -
everybody lost in the fog
of their own breath
posted by John McDonald at 3:01 AM
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
abodie tint i the haar
o thair ain braith
city street -
everybody lost in the fog
of their own breath
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5 Comments:
great observation!
10:32 AM
Love it!
6:15 PM
wonderful description! I hate the weather, though.
8:50 PM
Wow. This is a great one. I don't really like cities, and try to avoid them. If I find myself in one in winter I'll try to hold your words in mind - I know they will make me like it a little more.
10:07 AM
As a vessel sailing
in the foggy sea.
10:20 AM
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