Quicksand

I’m sinking deep

My legs are going under

My head soon to follow

Youve got my arms

Pull me out, resurrect me,

 

Q U I C K S A N D ...

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.01.31.02:02:02@296NYC

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