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
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, August 31, 2007
Yippie!
All around great person and frequent commentor Camille has got herself a whole new crop of story and poem acceptances. You should go congratulate her. This summer and recent move have certainly worked for her. Just like the flowers in your new yard, Camille, you keep surprising and dazzling us with your growth.
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3 comments:
I second that emotion.
Hey, Steve.
Thanks for your generous spirit.
You're welcome, Camille. And what Greeny said.
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