Arden

May 28, 2006 Crispin No Comments

Thunderstorm

I control the thunder ruining Days.
Hiring A
Big Marching Band to
Create my Praise.
But today I
am weary And
so i’ll just let you play

(age 9) posted with permission

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Patience has its limits. Take it too far, and it's cowardice.

Joys That Sting To take the old walks alone, or not at all, To order one pint where I ordered…

Everywhere I go I find a poet has been there before me.

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