Kling No Klokka - Solveig Slettahjell

That winning smile, there’s nothing to hide. Look at those eyes! Those ears! that mouth! If third time's a charm, Why not the fourth?

Face meets a face, and hand strains the throat. Vocal chords sway like the waves on a boat. So write down a lie, and dress it with care, As slander burns red in

Eleven;folders filled with paper, green will flood. Thirteen;coal black nights with laughter, trusting tounges. Fifteen;cement ponds and car rides, pathes have