Poem for you
laura laura lu
oh how I love you!!!
I know it sounds sappy
but you ve made me so happy
I can't even believe
This idea you ve concieved
Has been made to me
a reality!!!
now i will think only of Vancouver
as opposed to that goober
who sits across the hall from me
in this world of policy
We will have so much fun
if we don't run out of funds
The idea that it is free
Is quite exciting to me
We will laugh and swim -
maybe meet the perfect him?
Enjoying the fish and sun
We could even learn how to run;)
But for now I will say adieu
For I am in the work milieu!
Love you!!! SG
\\Think"ing\ The act or practice of one that thinks \\'nA-k&d\ bare; as, a naked body; a naked limb; a naked sword
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
Monday, November 08, 2004
All in a days work
the ants go marching two by two
the little one stops to stare at you
see his unblinking bloodshot eyes?
he's been shooting up since he was five
his girlfriend there, with tired feet
she loves him so, she walks the street
and when men come to lay their claim
she shuts her eyes and dreams of fame
but it's not a perfect world, we cry
and venture to ask: do they even try?
we blind our eyes so it wont be real
we know its there yet we refuse to feel
and ants march by, watched from above
birds and spiders control their love
as you and I climb to the sky
to reach the goals we set so high
the good girls can be butterflies,
and boys can all be bees
and the ants can just keep marching,
underneath the trees
24/03/04
the little one stops to stare at you
see his unblinking bloodshot eyes?
he's been shooting up since he was five
his girlfriend there, with tired feet
she loves him so, she walks the street
and when men come to lay their claim
she shuts her eyes and dreams of fame
but it's not a perfect world, we cry
and venture to ask: do they even try?
we blind our eyes so it wont be real
we know its there yet we refuse to feel
and ants march by, watched from above
birds and spiders control their love
as you and I climb to the sky
to reach the goals we set so high
the good girls can be butterflies,
and boys can all be bees
and the ants can just keep marching,
underneath the trees
24/03/04
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