A Year in Poems
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Fuel
The midnight oil
Flows freely
When it wants to;
A slick illusion
Of the puddled night.
And if it burns
A portion of tomorrow,
Let's hope
The loss was worth
A bit of light.
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