by Deborah Steinmair
I crossed the street
But a tree got in the way
I had to cross the sea to get the picture
Hanging from a window of your mother’s house in Graz
I saw our low brown house
swinging from the southern cross
From here it’s plain to see
We live on the head of a pin
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
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