One day,
I will forget
how your
green eyes
hovered
above me
and your
bright smile
and your hair
upon my face,
but (thankfully)
that day
is not today.
- mce
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
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Merely a holding cell for journal entries, wry observations, attempted witticisms, poems and random aphorisms. Sense of humor required. This is poetry, NOT biography. Please do not call 911, stage an intervention or suggest AA. Everyone deserves their own death, allow me mine. Tentative conclusions encouraged. Advice ignored. Absolute truths not welcome. Enlightenment unlikely. Play on.
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