http://kevan.org/johari?name=Michael+P.+Burrill Yay for LJ theft! This one from Lauren.
My annual update is now in place. Cheers.
By the way, Ben, where were you on Friday before break? I waited an hour and a half for you.
Your Time
The clocks are going: winding down.
Death's gone modern, her hour-glasses
are all away, she on to analog not yet
digital. She says the sound is comforting.
Tick tick tick tick.
In the house of ice and mirrors and jet
-and maybe just one fuzzy kitten: Chet-
Death's throne of bones is long demolished,
to make her charges a jungle-gym set.
She doesn't quibble, balk or waver.
Tells the truths and takes away hurts.
Says 'Yes' after little Ruthie cries and asks;
“Is my mommy coming back ever?”
And that's the truth of it, right enough.
Her mommy's clock is winding down fast
Ruthie will soon have some company
aside from Death, her teddy bear, and Chet.
The jet-set palace is full
with all sorts of creatures and
they're waiting, too, 'cause there's
a down-winding clock made just for you.
Tick tick tick tick.
(Copyright M. McPherson '06 and all that crap. Just don't steal)
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