Friday, February 19, 2016

a whovian poem.....full of tree sap if you ask me!


waiting for a blue box.....not a red or green will do...

waiting for the one...you know Who.....

waiting for the day or the night to appear..

perhaps a time or place relative in space...

spinning round and round.....seeking a doctor when i'm on the ground....

waiting........time......when will it end.....when.....silly question...it only ends when it is over.......
so when it begins it will end.....but the travelling throughout will make him my friend.....

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