CRIPPLE
ONCE when I saw a cripple
Gasping slowly his last days with the white plague,
Looking from hollow eyes, calling for air,
Desperately gesturing with wasted hands
In the dark and dust of a house down in a slum,
I said to myself
I would rather have been a tall sunflower
Living in a country garden
Lifting a golden-brown face to the summer,
Rain-washed and dew-misted,
Mixed with the poppies and ranking hollyhocks,
And wonderingly watching night after night
The clear silent processionals of stars.
OK, you picked door number one ... show us dooooor number one ....... awwwwwwwwwww ... it's officer O'malley of the NYPD.....yooouuu're busted
WE'RE GOING TO OKLAHOMA, NEW MEXICO, CALIFORNIA, MICHIGAN....RRRRAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!
Huh.
Dean as Hitler.
How creative. How original.
This is more the sort of thing I would expect from McGentrix.
G, more please. A wonderful thread for musing.
I dunno what ya'll be talking about, but it's close to 3 in the morning here, and would be very ahppy if you'd keep your political discussions a teeny bit quieter, PLEASE I don't want anybody to interfere with my hangover tomorrow before I have it, OK
bookmarking. good thread.
Brand X, Picture worth a thousand words.
