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
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Burn him like a blazing star
Remember, remember the fifth of November of gunpowder, treason and plot. I see no reason why gunpowder treason should ever be forgot.
4 comments:
A penny for the guy, guv?
Dr. Phil
I've got a ha'penny right here.
Dear Spammer Who Continues to Post on This Thread,
Get the hint.
Yours Truly,
the Management
Dude, really, you're the only one visiting my blog from that part of the world. Buy a clue.
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