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, November 2, 2007
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3 comments:
I think you mean "quoi?" :)
Thanks, Steve!
No worries, Mer. I think it's excellent.
And yes, you're right. My wife is the expert in French (she has a BA, actually).
Another congrats to the most excellent MH!
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