Sunday, May 23, 2010

Too Short?

Stumbles upon the sound of the sea in the direction of his aging knees. My soup, your soup, perhaps ours. But not before I came close to end did I feel and love and might again. It is rhythm and rhyme, notes in time rather than books … No its not complete, if we are to go 'round and 'round when can that ever be done? I can wait … Join me?

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