20 de fevereiro de 2010

Come. And be my baby


The highway is full of big cars
going nowhere fast
And folks is smoking anything that'll burn
Some people wrap their lives around a cocktail glass
And you sit wondering
where you're going to turn.
I got it.
Come. And be my baby.

Some prophets say the world is gonna end
      tomorrow
But others say we've got a week or two
The paper is full of every kind of blooming horror
And you sit wondering
What you're gonna do.
I got it.
Come. And be my baby.


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ANGELOU, Maya. Come. And be my baby. In: BARBER, Laura (org). Penguin's poems for love. London: Penguin, 2009. p. 102.

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