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, July 1, 2011
NE Ohio, I love it
One of the many reasons I love NE Ohio. This isn't that rare an occurrence. Although that is the Direct TV blimp, not Goodyear.
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