Wednesday, 5 August 2009


There’s always one fool who leaves his vehicle
Parked outside a house when the road surface
Is being replaced.

There’s always space in the soul when a day’s
Worth is replaced by the following before
It’s been honoured.

There’s always one day with realization that
The way wasn’t blocked and the wrong path
Was taken by mistake.

There’s always an error made that although
Played out over and over again was still leant
More intelligence to.

There’s always one clay foot too many spun
To put into a mouth instead of ahead of
Another on the road.

There’s always one street agreed to take the
Car down when trying to find another town
To park in overnight.

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