Wednesday, July 1, 2009. Put into a box of pity. Never opened for never pretty. Lies I tell you, Lies they spread. Lies so contagious climbing on thread. Make your way to the top,. See what you want then drop,. Drop so deep you can never reach. The top of it all, not even through a speech. It compares to a yard. Of dark lines, perpendicular to facts. Long lines, of tracks. That used to be your path of life,. A lovely home a lovely wife,. To see what she saw.

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Friday, March 10, 2006. Can you believe all that snow? We may never dig out! Where are the snow-plows? Will the roof end up collapsing? I hope the builder took into consideration the horrific blizzards when designing the structure.