Nov 20, 2004 05:43
Florida is fate. I wish I could begin to express it. I have been trying to remember this poet since I moved from California, and his book was the first Juan picked off the shelf. On our way to Broward Mall the song "You can't hurry love, no you just have to wait, they say love don't come easy, it's a game of give and take..." came on, and I about died. Michelle and I are convinced that the raidio gives you messages.
I NEVER hear the word “escape”
Without a quicker blood,
A sudden expectation,
A flying attitude.
I never hear of prisons broad
By soldiers battered down,
But I tug childish at my bars,-
Only to fail again!