Calamity Kid

Posted on August 28, 2012 by

The slumber of innocence; freedom from pain.
Who made the bed where this boy’s lain?
He sleeps with the angels; a tempest awake.
I hope it’s a good day for both our sake!
When his head’s off the pillow we’ll see what we see.
On this day and others; just who will he be?

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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