"He who can not draw on three thousand years is living hand to mouth"- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Saturday, 29 January 2011

Laughter in life after


I think I am losing
My good sense of humour
It is being grawned away
By a maglinant tumour,

What is funny anymore?
Moist laughter has dried,
A smile seems a chore,
God knows I’ve tried
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