I stand, looking, All at once, they rush at me, The signs of age, with all its lines, The signs of fear, as far as I can see. I squat, waiting, One by one, they wink at me, The signs of love, so rare a find, The signs of hope, too sparse to see. I sleep, dreaming, Wafting by, they scream at me, The signs, they're all in my mind, Hollering for me to let it be.... I awake, thinking, All around, they bray at me, The signs of life are there to remind, They are not life's guides but life's stories.
I know, I know. Time has kinda stood still in phodeland. Maybe it should be called phode's bog; ... things really get bogged down. Anyway, here's something to get the ball rolling and hopefully unclog the blog and get this log through the fog and out of the bog.
posted by phode @ 11:28 am
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