Wednesday, August 15, 2012
8.16
Someday, mom, I'll climb the bony mountain peak and meet with God. Soon, dad, I'll prepare my mind and body for the hike. Tomorrow, pastor--maybe, or the next day. I'll just postpone until the weather looks right. I'll just put it off until I've got a break in my schedule. And then I'm off like you haven't seen. Nothing can stop me.
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Brillig (and the slithy toves did gyre and gimbol in the wabe).
ReplyDeleteNo, but really. Well-captured.
Eight times two is sixteen, and aren't you glad I noticed that about the date? Naturally, you aren't.