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Through Green Colored Glass
the ashtray is overflowing with ciggartte buds,
and millions of stems and seeds;
it remains there on my table,
still untouched as you can see;
i cannot bear to throw them away,
though i know i must;
i pick it up and tip it over,
just to start again.
and millions of stems and seeds;
it remains there on my table,
still untouched as you can see;
i cannot bear to throw them away,
though i know i must;
i pick it up and tip it over,
just to start again.
Published 29th Jan 2010
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