Somewhere in a hut
There is a man who
keeps his heart in a basin
by a locked shed.
And every day
teenage boys try to
break in to his shed,
because they figure
he must have something valuable there.
But his secret is,
the shed is empty
for he holds nothing close
to his personal clock.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
April 8th, 2009
Poem by Anonymous at 8:17 PM
Labels: life, photography, poem, story
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