These rules I've never understood
But if I must obey I will
I want to live in a place
That I can call my own
Below the rat race
With a nice windowsill
That has a spectacular view
Which I deem beautiful
(And I would deem any view beautiful)
But without it I would suffocate
My extended hand ignites my light
So please allow yourself to create
A free form future
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I've never understtod the rule either, or their necessity. And a window with a spectacular view makes waking up every morning worthwhile.
I love this poem! and am looking forward to viewing the rest of your site!
Awwwsome you're a poet, toots:
I gotta lotta poetry in 22 blogs.
Looky...
High, girl!
Wouldn’tya love a forever Upstairs,
an eternity of aplomBombs??
An extraordinary DHTML @ warp-speed
with no zooillogical-expiration-date?
With an IQ much higher than K2?
Here’s what the prolific GODy sed:
“Faith, hope, and love,
the greatest of these is love -
jump into faith...
and you'll see with love”
Doesn’t matter if you don’t believe
(what I write);
God believes in you.
God. Blessa. Youse -Fr. Sarducci, ol SNL
Meet me Upstairs, girl, where the Son never goes down…
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