Thursday, 16 August 2012


Another night away from each other



The night passed with a bash and boom,

The little boy slept, his father wept,

The mother tossed, turned and yearned,

The little girl squirmed,

No vomit in sight,

The drugs dripped in, under her soft tender skin,

If all goes well the magical spell will be caste,

And the family will be united as one, under today’s summer sun.

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