Thursday, 24 February 2011

Pierce Ploughman

Part 19, shortened.

So when I woke up and I wrote it all down,
And dressed myself neatly in pants, shirt and gown;
And dashed off to mass to get myself shrived
Got there late and flustered and sleep-deprived
And fell asleep again, propped sitting in the pew
And dreamt the whole damn dream again, right through.

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