Monday, June 29, 2009
Prelude of Pity
I ride atop the waves on my schooner of plenty but I fear it is but a ship of fools. I stand at life’s helm, afore my judgment, I offer no plea. My life’s voyage appeared to be long, in essence a bit pithy. My way has been bound like thread wound tightly on spools. I ride atop the waves on my...
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