I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through
Friday, January 19, 2007
What I Forgot
A red pen; for edits and critique (including my own stuff).
2 comments:
If that's all you forgot, I bet you're doing pretty well.
So far that's all that is missing. I could use a portable printer, but lugging the laptop is still too much of a pain to wish for more.
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