Dance 'round the fire
my new freinds
for your bellies
are full of toad juice.
Tell me your secrets
and your fears
I ask only because you will do it anyways
and it puts me more at ease to pretend I asked.
Then sleep the sleep of frogs
buried deep in the mud
I'm sorry when you awake
because your problems will still be there
when the fog clears.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
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