The drizzle, this downpour, all my feelings
once so solid, even crusty, now the jelly
center of some doughnut, this city
that sends people scurrying here and there,
women, beautiful and not, on errands
to find, and tangle the heart.
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not being mean but nothing you wrote rhymed
Posted by: morgan huff | March 02, 2006 at 09:30 AM