Sep 15, 2007 01:27
autumn is starting to trust us again. she's beginning to make her move. we now have to respect her approach.
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sit and smile lady bird. we're all coming to see you. what sort of dance will you show us? what sort of presents will you bring? a great morning glow on a resting body and sparkling green leaves of early evening wonder. send a whisper to me, crawling centipede son. oh how you tickle your host into a comfortable submission. stand up and fight, book workers. you have to pay to be free. we can't accept what they've told us. we need the cash money to make things right. lie still in the forgotten forest, sister dear. all is quiet in the grassy shade.