One soul for sale, going cheap!
A little rough around the edges but still packed neat
It's cavernous spaces are less than filled
With sorrows and woes than with strawberry fields
Plenty of people within those walls
Very few roll big and most fold small.
Corners are padded with snuff, fluff and string
Remnants of sheer delight over small significant things
Gather the trinkets as you trot in
You just might find the answer to my everything.
One soul for sale, not that cheap!
-N- Friday, 3rd March 2006, 20:41