Are there ways of being human
That don't get lost in the fog
Of time's sticky fingers?
Are there questions
Whose answers are so large
They'd squash me into a new shape?
Will I move fast enough
Next time I open my mouth
To catch my foot before it gets there?
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Marmite and Peanut Butter
The spreads came home today not the ones I first brought in These are generations removed from their founding slathers... Yet somehow the s...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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Final Thoughts From an AGM You want to mess with me? I can take you down a notch Spill the beans I’ll spill your blood Tooth for tooth, splo...
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Standing on a Hillside Sometimes you look back on where you have been Past the cloud-fluffy daffodils bobbing and green Through the deep dar...
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