Anodyne
Thursday, September 07, 2006
 

This Must Be The Place I Waited Years to Leave

I dreamt I was back in uniform
And a candidate for examination
History, someone had blundered
And a voice rapped, "Knuckle under!"
Living a law just short of delusion
When we fall in love there's confusion
This must be the place I waited years to leave
This must be the place I waited years to leave
And how
And how
How long?



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