Waiting to Die
I used to reside in the palace of Hyde,
not too far from Nob Hill,
they kicked me out in mid-July,
but I know I'm not ill.
I know I'm down and we all came to be,
I've grown attached, very naturally,
I'll get better, I'll get it together.
I won't just be another hopeless tree
waiting to die under Lombard Street.
Tuesday 24th January 2017 4:31 am
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