I know this is old, but
Funny thing, she isn't. . . . Just wants to look like it.
On the other hand, he IS. . . And doesn't.
Saturday, January 21, 2006
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About Me
- puddle
- 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
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Notice how it only took him one word to sum up everything that she is. Sweet!
Ah! If only were a true word. . . .
pResidents - like cowards who can't spell their own names - rely on their limited vocabularies to replace intelligent remarks.
DavidA.Stevenson
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