Tonight's Poet Corner: Hungry For Noise
Hungry For Noise
by Belinda Roddie
We bump and we clatter,
we stumble and shatter. Our
glasses are tinkling, our dress
shirts are crinkling. The fire is
crackling, the night wind is tackling
the dark world outside, where it's
quiet enough to hide.
by Belinda Roddie
We bump and we clatter,
we stumble and shatter. Our
glasses are tinkling, our dress
shirts are crinkling. The fire is
crackling, the night wind is tackling
the dark world outside, where it's
quiet enough to hide.
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