I have to wax poetic now, since there's hardly time to be witty. - E.M.
frenetic and weary
I pound out verses,
hoping to elicit
that warm rush
of crimson red. - E.M.
I shall never figure you out . . . and I like it that way. - E.M.
You are quite weighed down with guilt. I'm afraid if you had none you'd float away. - E.M.
Ah, how children games take on new meaning after puberty and college. - E.M.
Posted by laura at June 25, 2003 10:27 AM