CJP's
Thursday, July 05, 2007
True Love Waits For The Chickens To Be Hatched Before Crossing Its Bridges and Dotting Its I's
I imagine us like something inevitable
But not inevitable in the way of
Death or taxes, or even like destiny
Serendipity perhaps, or the way
Pollock splattered paint into art
A masterpiece of happenstance
But not inevitable in the way of
Death or taxes, or even like destiny
Serendipity perhaps, or the way
Pollock splattered paint into art
A masterpiece of happenstance
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