I want to ask some big questions and then live my life as if the answers matter.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Silk Shirts
Somewhere Someone’s finger is In it. Somewhere she Listens in. She does not Take a peak. She peers. She finds a Sweet spot. She leans She bears. Careens into Your crazy town Running down Steep hills and Stealing silk shirts.
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