And all I wanted
was a cup of tea
a rain bathed sun
and a book of poems
maybe
In the gutter
they rub against me
the slimy worms
Endless
sweat and vomit
ulcers and wounds
from times
long gone
when shall
it be dawn
was a cup of tea
a rain bathed sun
and a book of poems
maybe
In the gutter
they rub against me
the slimy worms
Endless
sweat and vomit
ulcers and wounds
from times
long gone
when shall
it be dawn
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