Friday, July 18, 2008
the conversation
if it's like a diary
I won't be calling today
I have no one to answer to
and I love it that way
I love to dodge the hackles
you've reaped upon your soul
I did not put them there
I merely noticed they were ripe
but no, I won't be part of the harvest
that is for you alone to do
signed, my dear, goodbye
with an impish grin!!
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