Every so often I come across a chunk of words that just nails it. This poem, I believe, is something that we ALL feel at some point; some more than others... Enjoy!
Into love and out again
Thus I went and thus I go
Spare your voice and hold your pen
Well and bitterly I know
All the songs were every sung
And all the words were ever said
Could it be when I was young
Someone dropped me on my head?
~Dorothy Parker ~1970~
Life Comes At 'cha Fast
Don't Let It Blow Past
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
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