00:00 Tue 01 Dec 1992.
Updated: 22:06 28 Nov 2006
[poetry, writing]
A man made of white wax stands alone
The rain that pours down is heavy and black
And beats at and eats at and creates a lack
In the poor little wax man who stands alone.
The malevolent skies are black not grey
Now the little wax man stands still,
And then the little wax man is nil.
The poor little wax man is washed away.
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