Moving
Quzzical sparrows
And rusting wheel barrows
All roped into service
By the old whirling dervish
Atleast so it seems
As the uphostry goes flying
Out through the window
And into the waiting
Van out below
For another long round trip
To the waiting home
To where we wish to go.
Monday, December 06, 2004
On being inside time
I lose myself inside today Rattling against walls Smooth unmarked unyeilding With the futility of An unwatched clock Today is much too vas...
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It must have been love That sort of thing Can't be mistaken For a lesser set of feelings It has a special hat And makes you welcome at p...
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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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I’m tired I’m tired of my heart giving out Whenever it gives in That things being the same Never makes a difference Of looking forwards to s...
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