I preferred my one from yesterday.

And i liked very much what i saw - a poem by sheffieldcanary.

bright young things
an inner-sanctum waiting zone - on high, more security doors
bright young things
boyish looks and good humour - a high-octane world
Wilder rumours, from the ever-churning mill
a figure of corporate imagination
a woman - how i chortled
a brain in a box.
stylish, driven, hungry
bright young things
How I chortled.

Posted By: sheffieldcanary, May 22, 12:37:26