Saturday, January 26, 2013

Bits and Pieces

All those things, all of those life or death things
That were going to make or break our lives
More than fifty years of up and down swings
No more important than a case of hives
He doesn’t shock me
any more
I guess
I understand

Bad decisions made
Somehow I survived alive
My own enemy

Blam! Flat on my back in reality
There is nothing left of Dorothy’s farm

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