The house is full
The door shut
Under lock and key
To keep in the old
Exclude the new
Ban possibility
Pale light smoulders
Shadows lengthen
No invite
But a star is high
And a way unfolds
Drive on dark night
No room
No welcome
Such a long ride
House shut
Door filled in
Baby is born this cold eve
Outside
Sunday, 30 November 2008
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