He was a war-monger, but sure 'twas no wonder
For so were his father and mother before
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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That's sum pic, puddle.
You did a great job of expanding it 'cross the whole page, very effective; sends chills down my spine... when will they ever learn!?! :(
at the time it was necessary. I am glad that Truman had the guts to do it. He never regretted it.
I do agree it was necessary at that time. Sad that we must kill each other, tho.
To his credit, he never called it a gadget. . . .
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