..marvel, blabber, warble, babble.. under a solstice moon.
...Oh and since when did Irony become just?
...all the world is a stage, as per Shakespeare. Thus, not all isn't as true as what it seem. We get the truth the way we perceive it. We pad it if it blows hard; We sweeten it if it bitters.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
to Jill-ee Anne
hush, my sweet. Mommy's love is there to keep
a job to find, to see you through
a dad so anonymous still, yet so true
nothing missing, not a life
only happiness should make you weep....mwah mwah mwah....
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