Tell me about burning,
Ask me whose bread I butter
Sinfully and sincerely. Seriously,
Tonight we're counting
Every pin on the head of an angel,
Rabbit, Angel Bunny, Puppy Puppy.
Leave it to the beavers to crash
Over the trees. Let's sit here
Vehemently in love. Let's drink,
Eat toast, and laugh about salvation.
-- Christa M. Forster, 2007
Thursday, April 05, 2007
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