Post by verydisconoir on Feb 4, 2009 1:16:46 GMT
...and all in the forum were as still as still things 
It'll soon be Spring... and the moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobblestreets silent and the hunched, courter's-and-rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishing boat-bobbing sea. The houses are are blind as moles, though moles see fine tonight in the snouting, velvet dingles, or blind as Captain Cat there in the muffled middle by the pump and the town clock, the shops in mourning, the Welfare Hall in widows' weeds. And all the people of the lulled and dumbfound town are sleeping now.
... or sumfink.
It'll soon be Spring... and the moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobblestreets silent and the hunched, courter's-and-rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishing boat-bobbing sea. The houses are are blind as moles, though moles see fine tonight in the snouting, velvet dingles, or blind as Captain Cat there in the muffled middle by the pump and the town clock, the shops in mourning, the Welfare Hall in widows' weeds. And all the people of the lulled and dumbfound town are sleeping now.
... or sumfink.
