Wednesday, 1 January 2014

A Day in Her Death

Morning comes as well it might,
and hours surrender, hail the night.
Oh. She's out again!
Wandering.
Feline.
Beeline for the door.
We've seen it all before.
A day in her death.

Single bars and clubs you know.
She may come
and she may go.
She'll never settle down.
But bet your life she'll be around.
It's just a day in her death.
A day in her death.



Capability Red             1976

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