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

Monday, March 29, 2010

Good news (for somebody else)

My friend Merrie has excellent good news. I'm sure sitting on that news for three months now nearly killed her. It's a 3 books deal, for those who don't want to click through first and find out. Go and tell her how wonderful she is (because she really is).

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