there is always a thing
This something
Hours of simple implosions
Supposed.
I am old enough to know
Where and how
Yet young enough to say "wow"
Open enough to enjoy the children
Who remind me about myself
As they laugh around arranged clowns
Every little face I saw
Was guarded
Better than a thief!
The thing is I think
Unless we wander away alone
We never know anything
Remotely about ourselves.
Or elves.
Poetry by limber junctionson
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Written on 2008-05-12 at 02:03
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This Thing
Needed to write about todayThis something
Hours of simple implosions
Supposed.
I am old enough to know
Where and how
Yet young enough to say "wow"
Open enough to enjoy the children
Who remind me about myself
As they laugh around arranged clowns
Every little face I saw
Was guarded
Better than a thief!
The thing is I think
Unless we wander away alone
We never know anything
Remotely about ourselves.
Or elves.
Poetry by limber junctionson
Read 516 times
Written on 2008-05-12 at 02:03
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