Friday, March 22, 2013

Mid-night feast.

When it gets to a certain time at night, 
well early morning,
 and you're still assessment-ing away you learn to give up.

Bed ain't coming any time soon, 
so why not make it worth it and divulge in 
a little feathers, a little brocade, a little fur,
a splash of red and a plop of plum,
wrapped up coats
jewelled up fingers.

Ahhhhh its well past a mid-night feast & now I'm 

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