2006-08-25 - 2:25 p.m.
Let us not get used my love
as we learn the songs of youth
Let us swap our milks my love
as we sing the songs of youth
-out on the green graphs
-watching the pleaure crops walk
the fullness
to sing the same song
from several angles
some other has delivered you the night
some other stole you into the sea
a mirror that reflects the bounty
still bright-eyed and bushy tailed
