Sunday, December 5, 2010


We took to the streets and set out a hat
And pretended that we had some talent.
Clouds made by our breath overshadowed our lack;
Quarters clink when they meet with each other.
My dry skin was cracking, your fingers went numb
So we fled with our (hefty) reward.
One day is enough to stand out on a corner
And pretend to be something you’re not.

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