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the man smiled
he knew the risks
knew that he was bring a fool
and happier
for it.

pouring
a short glass
of scotch

watching the ice
clink
clink
slide slowly in circles
round the glass

the liquor
was older
and wiser
than he
but he thought
nothing of it

"Why does the sun,
go on shining?
Why do these eyes of mine cry?
Don't they know,
its the ends of the world.
it ended when you said Good Bye"

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this actually has nothing to do with yer poem

[celiapunk.livejournal.com]

which i enjoyed...i was just curious as to who you are....why i'm listed as your friend....i think it's cool, just curious....

:)

Re: this actually has nothing to do with yer poem

[plural.livejournal.com]

what is a poem?
ok well thanks
I believe, in my foggy recollection
that I located you off
my friend angelicdestiny's page
and apparently found something of interest
which in revisiting
I found again
welcome

Re: this actually has nothing to do with yer poem

[celiapunk.livejournal.com]

i totally dig the way you write....it's very....dream-like and captivating.....