It's the end of 2007. Damn the scum.
The year was spent scrambling on trampolines
Whistling through dead air.
Shiny disco balls and glitter-bug traded for
smug solidarity at the stroke of midnight.
Sans the trampolines.
Hurtling through erratica and
clinking our eyeballs as we
say hola to 2008
1 comment:
why are ya on terra firma girl? the beginnings of any year are a time to fly.............
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