Monday, December 7, 2009

It's late.

Winter teeth, fresh faced
No one spoke broke, so
Reflect it,
Reflect it back!
You're in the backyard, you see it
You can see it
Quarter to six
Invitation to the fire, be polite
In the front yard, you feel it
You can feel it
Reflections attacked!
Reflections attacked!
Guidelines quietly followed
in the street