Tuesday, April 25, 2006

I'm at the train siding


While you were gone these spaces filled with darkness
The obvious was hidden
With nothing to believe in the compass always points to Terrapin.
The sullen wings of fortune beat like rain
You're back in Terrapin for good or ill again.

Comments:
Excellent!
 
Very cool, old coot. Your words ring true with the gold of sunshine.
 
Tanks fellers.
 
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