Saturday, November 05, 2005

NOW THAT THIS IS UPON US

let the hate dissipate
spare some care to go around
make peace with your angst and anger
it'll be beer and skittles
when love is homeward bound

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for words
are all I have...
no big bucks,
no mansions,
no pillars of gold
come the day when I'm too tired and too old
I'd like you to say of me, "she wrote".

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