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
Tuesday, August 14, 2018
No linkee-pooing this morning
Alligators, man. Like rust, they never sleep.
Sorry, way too much work to be sociable and read news. Sorry.
Edit So rushed I thought I hit publish instead of save. Sorry for the late warning.
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