Mardi gras
the jingle of the beads,
the sound of the laughter,
fun.
i wonder whos going to drive.
ha.
the sound of the laughter,
fun.
i wonder whos going to drive.
ha.
Mardi gras
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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Tonight | 0 | 10/25/2012 |
Odd | 0 | 10/25/2012 |
Demons | 1 | 10/25/2012 |
Life on standby. | 1 | 03/30/2010 |
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