Sahara danced upon the roofs on sniffling, snuffling London town.
Piles of mess chucked all around.
Anyone fancy a cigarette?
Just puff on the choking smog, will stuff your lungs a little more.
Makes your eyes itch , blood red *****
Not a beach chair in sight, nor a flowing tide.
Come tomorrow the sand will die.
With the rain in will be washed away.
Wonder where will it go!
(C) Livvi
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 2:54 AM UTC
Sahara danced upon the roofs on sniffling, snuffling London town.
Piles of mess chucked all around.
Anyone fancy a cigarette?
Just puff on the choking smog, will stuff your lungs a little more.
Makes your eyes itch , blood red *****
Not a beach chair in sight, nor a flowing tide.
Come tomorrow the sand will die.
With the rain in will be washed away.
Wonder where will it go!
(C) Livvi
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