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exhale Senior Member
since 2003-06-13
Posts 646Alberta,Canada 
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sitting at my redwood desk coffee rings around my desk... rings around...rings around... ring around the rosy a pocket full of posies... with the smog and the flith and the beauty of the city skyline outside the window I can feel it in my toes. smell the aroma of morning floating through the air so delicate, one sharp exhale and it never existed oh sweet metaphors... this morning comes with a robin in a maple tree right outside the front door knowing nothing of what could come, but ignorance is bliss. Whats the next cliche on the menu today?... that smile that creeped across your face had my name on it didn't it? I could read it a mile away... miles away...miles away... I wish I were miles away the rough, tough, prove you're more than you are... wind blowing through my hair making the knots I'll never take out because they remind me of freedom... devil may care throw it out the window who needs connections when you've got freedom... freedom...freedom... freedom of the press and of speech and of thought, oh but once you open your mouth that's it a down and dirty definite that you can't escape... there will always be the prying eyes of people waiting to tear you apart because you're sure of yourself that's a curse you might as well burn every word you'll write because you'll always be what they want you to be resisitence? the white sheep who wants to be black, bah bah black sheep have you any wool? have you any wool?... [This message has been edited by exhale (03-28-2006 11:48 PM).] |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Chelsea, I'm glad I'm not alone in the way my mind wanders. I'd travel with your thoughts anytime.  |
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