No Frills

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Originally uploaded by babajiwotan.

time is nearly standing still
sitting on the window sill
empty hearts becoming fill
until
the killer is killed
voices of angels a shrill
screaming chill
like something cold
cold fishes gasping gill
fields to till
pickles pickled with vinegar
and garlic and dill
Jack and Jill
went up the hill
will you be mine
will you be mine
won't you be my neighbor?