Beauty marks and buisness cards
year after year...
Exchanges of words
and sudden needs for paper
'we should meet again'
you say.
I don't think it a thrill.
Beauty Marks and Silverware
month after month...
As seasons change so does your need in china,
'of course we will use these' you say.
The Irony of a yard sale.
Beauty Marks and Children
day after-stop!
What makes children a mundane part of life...?
Why must they tie you down?
Who says that when children come..freedom drains!?
So when the mundane day-after-day
effect seeps into your life...
rebel.
Kiss your son and hold your daughter until
you feel alive again...!
Take their hand and guide them into
the mundane part of life with eager
trust
that
they
will
rebel
as
well!
-Ari
2007-07-10
08:06:03
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