Monday, October 12, 2009
WEIGHING ANCHOR?
I am only a port of call your splendid vessel at my pier cautiously resting in the waters of protocol. The unsettled stillness, an omen of fear. The sails filled with adoration...now draping, receding tides find me wandering amiss. Waves of contentment caressing my shores, now escaping; as the North...
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