Sunday, August 21, 2005

Lie with me a while
The road lies hard ahead
And I'd rather not see the back of you
When I can see your face instead.

These things three
A life should be
Long, and strong,
And filled with you?

Recklessly fortold the hermit wandered woodenly down.
Behold, that hermit is me.

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