Weeds Or Wishes
As a child I used to sit
Under the pine-tree
In front of Grandma’s house
Imagining little green weeds
Into fairytale forests
Where I could play
And make a wish
For the Sirens of death
To stay away another day
While Elvis Presley
In a dark voice sang
‘Love me tender, love me sweet
Darling please, will you love me tonight’
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- mei 6, 2014 / 11:49 am
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- English Poetry, Poëzie Algemeen
Gladius Poeticus 
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