Living in a hole
In the ground
Make no sound
But the slap slap slap
Of the soles of my feet
On the subteranian street
Want to pop in
For a quick catchup
And maybe a steaming cup
Of freshly brewed tea
Gunning for frendship anew
As we relax and sip the brew.
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
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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