Sure it started with big change and ended with way too little rain, perhaps a little pain. Welcoming the pain and enduring the fun when you have that something special you pick yourself up and run.
Our friends forgave and even gave, us that special this or that which helps shape us tit for tat. Without them, could we blame them, for needing to love them.
I am as you are, tired at the end of another gloriously, victorious day. This tired stature betrayed by satisfaction of accomplishment adorns a chest held high and prideful.
Four letter fun.
Frolic in the sun
Early to bed
Sick in the head
Smiling in angst
The richest of kings
Why do as they do
The crazy bird sings.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
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2 comments:
As always I am delighted to read your posts...great rhyming! You have a gift sweetie....love you.
Mom
Sweet poetry. Love you :)
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