the wind

November 23rd, 2009

No piece of paper for the weak it's not yours
  it's here shut up shut up shut and fold it
  eight times over in half it won't help
  the wind it takes all yr gold away.
No piece of paper for the weak but for the wind yes there is plenty. Piles. More than you. More than the 1648 version of you, whoever that was.

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