FIVE HUNDRED WHY-NOTS?
Going rogue? Like Sarah Palin.
Used to be she defined the phrase.
Now she's nothing at all. And all
those women, still writing their
poems, about hearts and loves
and broken both and all those
missed moments when you could
have mine and we could betroth.
Each other? Now I'm sick at heart.
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'I am - even when inside the
kingdom - without.' Well OK,
and that's a good phrase : belittle
the kingdom, walk all about. I
can't polish the apple, Eve, and
even Ukraine's down the drain.
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What's that leave us. Death and
its population of slaves? Faith
cowboys on the TV screaming?
What is all this? And why?
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You can stay here for 60 a week.
But you have to feed yourself and
find the local attractions; feed the
horse and the chickens, wipe down
the cider mill trap.
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Maybe I'll come after you, someday.
There'd be nothing better than that.
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