2014-04-06

詩 The Wind Mutters' Woch-Ende

This one fateful week-end
Pullman cannot lay sole claim
To their mascot animal
Nor their look-alike daughters 
On the prowl alongside

I feel strangely safe
For reasons aforementioned
Despite the palpable danger

To be hemmed in by so much boisterous humanity 
Yet not feel a member of the human race

Three of us Too Dam' Earlyers 
Do not realize our luck
The Breakfast Club has tables
before they start rolling again
back out of their hangover caves

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