Saturday, August 9, 2008
poem...
Random Grazing
Traces of booze in my milk…
Kitty says no,
But I would trade you a bone any day.
Please don't hide-
But life is so difficult.
I think, therefore my thoughts wander…
A drinking vessel by any other name
Would stain just the same,
So change your glass often
And clean your glasses, too,
For life may offer
A clearer point of view.
Children dancing in the elements…
Free spirits and ghosts of the past
Haunt the shadows of my mind.
I would give life to you
If I knew you would keep it
And return the favor…
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
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