Monday, April 03, 2006
Snug
Flavours bursting in my eyes,
I can taste the sky,
All smokey bacon, beer soaked and
damp squibs of promises long since gambled.
Deep in the snug of a Dublin pub.
I can taste the sky,
All smokey bacon, beer soaked and
damp squibs of promises long since gambled.
Deep in the snug of a Dublin pub.
# posted by Ruairi @ 9:29 AM 
