No trails cross
The sadded sky
Sympathetic pilots
Pass us by
Here not the call
Of stage or screen
No starlets glitter
On the green
We hide our fashion
Dull our wares
Feint our passion
Deny our cares
Sleep slowly
In the rural calm
The dogs are restless
In the barn
Thursday, June 29, 2006
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