Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Lighting Love

Love is like lighting, they say it never strikes the same place twice and those who so speak, speak in ignorance.

2 Comments:

At 3:41 PM, Blogger bleeeeeeeeeeeeeee said...

The sullenness still showed percocet in the black face; Heaven knew what he might do if he suddenly began to balk.. But little recked the widow and hydrocodone less recked the deacon.. No--why, what's the matter? diflucan Oh, beaucoup de matter...

 
At 2:31 PM, Blogger Shobhna Srivastava said...

hi, how come no new poem on ur other blog -A Little Insane- its been a long time...

 

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