From the croaks of our throats
upturned winter wonderland
whistles incessant Good King Wenceslas,
whose crown is the most deserving here?
but knowest all roads led to ruination,
a frail rain has already
castigated any twinkle dust
and the only braves
are the iridescent petrol streams glimmering down
the forsaken motorway for January's finale.
.
Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 7:32 AM UTC
From the croaks of our throats
upturned winter wonderland
whistles incessant Good King Wenceslas,
whose crown is the most deserving here?
but knowest all roads led to ruination,
a frail rain has already
castigated any twinkle dust
and the only braves
are the iridescent petrol streams glimmering down
the forsaken motorway for January's finale.
.
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