It's just after seven in the morning ...
And when did my posts start turning into time checks?
Time is on my side.
Time is running out.
There's no time like the present.
Three sides of the same coin.
I can hear the mourning doves just outside my window.
I can hear the birds that mock me in the next room.
The birds that mock sound happier than the birds that mourn.
I know why the caged bird sings.
But I ain't saying.
What new ache, or what new pain,
Will I feel today?
I'm just asking,
But can you stay away from my heart,
And my nads.
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
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