IF I WERE A CARPENTER
If I were a
carpenter and
you were a lady,
I'd have a hammer,
and you'd be off
somewhere trying on
a new dress. I'd
drive a nail into
a piece of wood that
seemed to need one,
and you'd phone
some friend to come
over for tea. I'd die
eventually, and so would you.
Friday, December 24, 2010
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