1 August 2012
I keep a little book, Where I write every word That I place on my Opuss So that they can be read and heard. But it's beginning to get full. And I'm starting to run out of ink. I think it needs replacing, Before its gets up to its brink. It can't just be any note pad. No, I want it to be the best. Soft leather, lined and bound. Where my poetry's laid to rest.
©Odd
Little Book • Opuss № I