Monday, November 21, 2005

Write On The Water

write on the water
send ripples through time
to sit and do nothing
Is life's only crime.
(Flyte-Write on the Water)



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I walked a mile with pleasure
she chattered all the way
but there was nothing I could learn
from all she had to say...



I walked a mile with sorrow
and never a word said she
but, oh, all the things I learned
when sorrow walked with me...


(unknown author)

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