A little poem
1-24-06
I speak from the deepest depths of my heart,
At times so deep as to speak from my soul.
It seems that my naive mind is quite dark,
My art fills good hearts with only a hole.
I speak from the deepest depths of my heart,
At times so deep as to speak from my soul.
It seems that my naive mind is quite dark,
My art fills good hearts with only a hole.
posted by Zac @ 1/24/2006 01:18:00 AM
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