Tuesday 28 October 2014

Tree Poem #15




4 comments:

  1. Love it too, Marie.

    Mike Oldfield:
    We're on the make make
    We only take take
    We're on the make make
    We accumulate

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  2. Oh, make make

    There's no way out, no way in
    To the hallowed halls, the inner ring
    You're just a face in the crowd
    You got no place when you're down and out

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