That Pop
That pop in my knees,that crinkle in my joints–is there a diseaseto which these point?Arthritis? Inflammation?Too much running up and down?Is it a real big problem?Or is it just a sound?
That pop in my knees,that crinkle in my joints–is there a diseaseto which these point?Arthritis? Inflammation?Too much running up and down?Is it a real big problem?Or is it just a sound?
“A love that knows no boundaries.”It sounds so good in theory.But I’ve read a woman’s tears,and so I’m skeptical. I’m leery.I see no one can love anotherwithout loving his own self.It’s just that, lacking boundaries,love’s selfishness excelsand overcomes intentionsand turns … Continued
This poemit shall befamous as all get outbecauseyoudon’tget it.
What I’m doing now is for today.At least it’s not for the day before.But if this is only for today,I still want more.
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Why would a bird singwhen it’s far below freezing?I hope this means spring comesand winter is easing.I hear it again–whether sparrow or wrenI know that when spring comeswe’re going to be friends.
Your eyes are sparklinglike your mama’s diamond ring,one hand wrapped ’round my fingerand one hand in the air.A giggle bubbles uplike an overflowing cup.Smile like a work of artmakes for mama’s liquid heart.
I thought the book was good,but she thought it was tearable.She liked one page a lot.I hope the fine is bearable.
You’ve been outside as much as in.That’s quite the milestone.In eighteen total months of life,just look how much you’ve grown!