Just something to dream about. . .
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- Water gathering most days I wait through blue and sun till dusk or even later and the rose has faded to lavender, to gray some days, the sleet has started and the leaves underfoot are slick with ice somehow I'm never sorry and never learn one night I waited till the stars were out dropped the bucket into sound, only felt the weight of it filling and the night full of stars and the river full of stars and the bucket full of stars come morning, the coffee is also full of stars
3 comments:
ooohhh! aaaahhhh! oooooooo!
and that is all you will get to do...dream of Howard Dean as President, dream of the $43 million spent in a failed primary, dream of John sKerry as President, dream that the LA and NO local officials in were the most competent ever and everything was the President's fault, dream...
So, stop snorting and/or drinking the bong water and face reality.
I don't think he's fat enough. But a fine dream nonetheless.
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