Pond, with mud
Don't disturb me, I am busy holding onto a string. Don't frighten me, I am sitting in a corner under a tin roof. Don't corner me, I am a circle and I have no corners. Don't question me, my heads full of answers and I don't know which ones are true. Don't blame me, I am a little scared and a little homesick. Don't push me, I am a revolving door. Don't kiss me, my face grows a million times smaller every second. Just love me and I will show you a pond full of swans.
posted by 100hands at Monday, June 20, 2005
2 Comments:
a little blue?? That was something beautiful that came out of it. And ducks will do. In a small pond, with a cold beer, a nice afternoon and some intellegent conversation.
A kind of blue.
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