I have to give up the ghost. Trade the dream in for a sliver of reality.
Its time to take out the air conditioners.
Goodnight summer and your red baloon. Goodnight comb goodnight brush. Goodnight mush.
Hello sniffles and fall jackets.
GotPoetry News as of Wed, 13 Sep 2006 10:10:00 GMT
Chapter 37 - snowbound; trapped in a sleeping bag; mild panic & guitars
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Clinton or Obama? - 2007-10-04
Two workshop Providence paid gig - looking for instructor - 2007-10-03
Big brother - 2007-09-26
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