Your words are like a picket fence of
Evenly spaced posts knocked into my ground.
Whitewashed, rigid, sharp at the tip.
All they give me is a false sense of security.
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August 17, 2009 at 8:59 am |
And your words are home now.
Welcome.
August 17, 2009 at 9:08 am |
I think that they’re relieved to have found a humble abode 🙂
August 17, 2009 at 10:08 am |
i feel like a texan who has unearthed a sprout of oil. More liquid gold in this rig baby 😛 Will link u when I put up my blogroll so look out for a barrage of fans 🙂
August 18, 2009 at 10:24 am |
Roonjehaan provided an open invite on her blog to welcome you..
So WELCOME !!
To what, i dunno..
You write poems… Chances are i wont come back here..
However, just cos u have a cool lurvly on the eyes blue on your template.. I will get more ppl to welcome you..
You know.. Like a kick-off meeting..
So go check it out.. Your “KiLLa” welcome —> http://killa.co.za/blog/
August 18, 2009 at 10:57 am |
Copying and pasting here. “WELCOME, KiLLa sent me”
August 18, 2009 at 11:39 am |
Came from Killa
August 18, 2009 at 12:06 pm |
Recent conversation about relationships, dating and marriage concluded with married friend saying….
“In other words, i have the house with a picket fence,
and You have an open field”
And sometimes even the most free yearn for the boundary of a picket fence. Nice piece
Happy Blogging, i look forward to reading more of you
August 18, 2009 at 5:51 pm |
Welcome. Nooj sent me.
August 19, 2009 at 8:57 am |
Nooj and Killa: you make me feel like an over-exposed photograph *beam* can you see the bright whites??
Thanks to all for visiting.
August 22, 2009 at 9:12 pm |
how now brown cow.
hello.
August 22, 2009 at 10:20 pm |
how aMOOsing…you have come to practice your vowels. Repeat after me: “the rain in spain falls mainly on the plains” 🙂