you never lived
you just went
truth being the bitch it is
and now, damn it,
i got to find a title for this
nothin' but trouble
Trouble
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Re: Trouble
I once had a crazy woman on my hands
She sang” trouble” at the ocean- apparently it is a mating call for some...
She sang” trouble” at the ocean- apparently it is a mating call for some...
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
Re: Trouble
It's just like you, Jana, to turn everything to sex 

Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
Re: Trouble
oh the webs
woven with the neurons
into poetry
woven with the neurons
into poetry
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
Re: Trouble
o the poetry
spiders weaving webs in the grass
catching rain
spiders weaving webs in the grass
catching rain
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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