"This melancholy London - I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air. - W. B. Yeats

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Haiku: The Mousetrap

Balcony vertiges

Three-pound ice cream and stella

I know who-dun-it.

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