MY moods splintered and <br />shapless, they sound like <br />thunder, on a cold bipoler <br />day. <br />ENOUGH, says the pills. <br />ENOUGH, says the pills, <br />now put on some clouths, <br />and get out of bed.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-cleaning-2/
