a lighter colour might relieve the dayof tiny pains and errors in my thoughtthese factors that add up to make distraughtthe sense of being in a tragic playwaiting to learn just what the critics sayjust to find out if it was all for naughtthose words and actions that in time were wroughtto earn another evening's small payeach role that's taken makes a smaller dashupon the surface of this narrow lakeon which we lay an old and sacred nameour purpose is defined for cold hard cashnot undertaken for some human achesince nothing gains us points in a great game
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
06 December 2008
a lighter colour
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