So much doggrel
Sep. 4th, 2013 10:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Suddenly, the lemon sun is high in the sky and all the cocoa-dusted shadows are short, so it must be noon. There is singing in the distance, but the songs never get too far. A few lines in, something interrupts, there's a scream and the singing stops. A moment later, it starts again in a different voice.
( So many bad rhymes )
( So many bad rhymes )