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

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Thinking About the Old Town

It's snowing in Southern Jersey (where I grew up, well, at least until 6th grade, which, as some of you know, is as far as I got). So not exactly a white Christmas, but good enough for that part of the country. See, it's about a rare as hens teeth to get a good snow there (we used to have school cancelled on account of a quarter inch of snow, nowadays I don't even get my snowblower out for such a small amount). So, to all my friends back in South Jersey, Happy Belated White Christmas. I hope you all are safe, warm, dry, and out of harms way.

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