Saturday, August 4, 2007

Hush Little baby


To ink and parchment I can only tell
The secrets kept down in my well.
And if you ask me
I cannot share.
The tales and snails kept buried there.

Whisper whisper in my ear
Sew my lips shut tight
I promise I will never hear
Unless you take my sense of sight.

Scatter scatter everywhere
The dirty birdie things you say
The things I almost cannot bear
Are filling up my day

To ink and parchment I can only tell
The secrets kept down in my well.
And if you try to
Make me tell
A flood of lies is what I'll sell.

Just Mine

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