Monday, November 24, 2008

Breathe

Breathe, breathe in the air
Dont be afraid to care
Leave but dont leave me
Look around and chose your own ground
For long you live and high you fly
And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be

Run, rabbit, run
Dig that hole, forget the sun,
when at last the work is done
Dont sit down, its time to dig another one
For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
balanced on the biggest wave
You race toward an early grave
- - Gilmour, Waters, & Wright


Today's earrings: scarabs

Bedtime reading: Busman's Honeymoon, Dorothy L. Sayers

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