she. raises her voice and drifts away. and now i sigh. sit back and meander. through the often hazy. predictably crazy. you and i.
I love every line of it.
.."hey look at mw now.. arms wide open with the sea as his floor"...old habits die hard huh?I love you and am thinking of you today.
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Why is that poem appearing everywhere?
hmm. I wondered the same meself...are you comparing my masterpiece to a mere scribble by Yeats? haha..
Hey Liz, This is Karen. Did you get the message I sent you? Write us so we know what's going on. firstname.lastname@example.org
And the same posts seems to be posted by an anoynymous poster, seems he/she loved posting it it repeatedly on your blog...
Oi! Who's stealing my poem? Think of your own cheesy sayings, and get your @** back in the kitchen...AND MAKE ME SOME PIE!!!
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