A City Stray
To the city grey,wound,
with oak cognition
bound.
To the city grey,
pace,
with iron ethic
state.
To the city grey,
track,
with swivel traits
waxed.
To the city grey.
To the city way.
I've come to stray.
Poetry by Mathieu
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Written on 2006-10-16 at 16:43
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