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Post by lumpy on Mar 15, 2008 18:31:15 GMT -5
It's a Raymond Chandler evening At the end of someone's day And I'm standing in my pocket And I'm slowly turning gray...
I remember what I told you, But I can't remember why And the yellow leaves are falling In a spiral from the sky...
There's a body on the railings That I can't identify And I'd like to reassure you But I'm not that kind of guy...
It's a Raymond Chandler evening And the pavements are all wet And I'm lurking in the shadows 'Cause it hasn't happened... ...Yet.-Robyn Hitchcock
Night My kitten walks on velvet feet And makes no sound at all; And in the doorway nightly sits To watch the darkness fall I think he loves the lady, night And feels akin to her Whose footsteps are as still as his, Whose touch as soft as fur Lois Weakley McKay
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