We're taking pictures
of things that will no longer exist.
They will resent us
for rubbing it in.
The fresh dew, the leaves, the abundance
Now a leather fruit engineered to withstand
the boiling rain is what they're given
We had it all, the fresh dew, the cares free.
They will resent us for rubbing it in.
"A man's intelligence is his soil." - WS "A truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent" - WB "Truth can never be told so as to be understood, and not be believ'd" -WB "The Sun must bear no name, gold flourisher, but be in the difficulty that it is to be." - WS
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Pictures for the Children
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