Thursday, December 02, 2010

December 02 Prompts

Let's face it, God isn't exactly bright


We drove to down, our pockets full

A mouthful of ashes

Distant something, it might be thunder


The children have brought their things, mostly dead

Hold this

About John McInnes

Just as it was fading, he turned and waved


One thing about him, he never let hopelessness worry him

We sow, they grow

I will stand here, something will come


Sex makes the world a little better. Briefly

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