Monday, March 19, 2012

All I Know...

This i need,
this i bleed,
now almost a creed;
to write words down
whenever they're found...
Or is it they who find me?
but not waiting,
no baited breath here...
As with Brother Deer,
should you come too near
i will dart away,
too afraid to play
the game i learned too young
Think me not the fool
for the little learned in school
only taught me some things
you have to learn on your own...

            04-14-10

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