I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
So the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations...
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes...
Posted by Red Tory at 12:38 AM
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