Saturday, October 22, 2011

And all day long we talk about mercy:
lead me to water lord, I sure am thirsty.

Down where I darn with the milk-eyed mender
you and I, and a love so tender,

And the love we hold,
and the love we spurn,
will never grow cold
only taciturn.

And Jaime has eyes black and shiny as boots
and they march at you, two-by-two (re - loo - re - loo);
when she looks at you, you know she's nowhere near through:
it's the hardest heart beating this side of the blue.

I'm a sensitive bore

What was golden went gray
And I'm suddenly shy

And I am blue
I am blue and unwell

Now it's done
Watch it go
You've changed some
water runs from the snow

Am I so dear?
Do I run rare?
And you've changed some
Peach, plum, pear...
Peach, plum...

'For i shan't stay here in this wicked world
When there's a better one for me'

I cuss too much

KaTHY Butterly****

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