Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
poem 3
All these things have a certain effect,
and, too many are more direct.
I seek those things that must change,
but, clarity is far out of range.
Words fail, ideas crumble; and, I fall.
A cab? Yeah, I’ll make the call!
and, too many are more direct.
I seek those things that must change,
but, clarity is far out of range.
Words fail, ideas crumble; and, I fall.
A cab? Yeah, I’ll make the call!
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
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