Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Wednesday Poem

This wind where does it blow from?
Where does it start its journey, here?
Does it come from where it begins?
Or does it begin where life ends?

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

My hands are black...

I got hit in the face with a bug...

The end of my key for my car broke...

I don't have any buns for chicken patties...

My left foot hurts...

I want Orlando to win tonight...

Why does Cherry Dr. Pepper taste like regular Dr. Pepper?

Smile! :-)

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Wednesday Poem

Dark water ripples on a silent night
Two moons now compose the only light
I sit under a starless sky
And long for the sun to rise