There stood the hickory tree
leaves of life falling to the ground
There flew the bumble bee
torn wings making no sound
There is the shattered sea
shore rocks the water has found
There I see the bribery fee
metal and paper thrown down
There I find my rusted key
a lock so smooth... so round
Saturday, May 17, 2008
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