Saturday, October 19, 2013

There is no transport



There is no transport
Like a look
That cuts a way
A schedule took
An unbeknownst
To you or eye
Inflamed of habit
Passing by
A life a liberty
Of time
Too easy made
An awful rhyme



















Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013
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