Those winter sundays !!!
sundays too he woke up early in the morning
put his clothes on in his blueblack cold
with his cracked hands which ached
in labor of the weekday weather made
blares fire blazes,no one ever thanked him
i did wake and hear cold splintering,breaking
when the room is warm he wouldd call
and slowly i wud rise and dress
and the chronic angers of that hpuse
what did i know waht did i know
of the love austere and lonely offices
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
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