We Love To Bless
Yet We Live Overwhelmed With Stress
Our Real Issues Are Never Printed By The Press
So We Continue To Wade In A Murky Mess
We Hope To See The Sun Break Out
And When We Think It Will, A few Begin To Pout
Casting Into Us Sufficient Doubt
That They And Not We Should Be Stout.
We Run Around In A Maze
Like Blind Mice We See Through A Haze
Maybe Someday We Will Be Fed With Sufficient Maize
So We Begin To Develop A Piercing Gaze
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
And I write you my first post again apologsing for being so undecisive.
Sadly you arent my 1st blog, tsk not a virgin, Ive broken into blogspot again and agin and I fear I will soon be kicked off.
So This will be the final blog I will open, I had to let go of your older sister so I could align email addresses...*sad* we had come a long way too.
So I'm dedicating you to my dad, whose in India getting better at the moment...I miss and Love him so much it hurts.
So I'm breaking into you with this short piece and you had better not complain or else I just might hit the delete button again...hehe
Lots of Love