A September Tarantella
Writing is a dance where the words are the music and the pen is the instrument.
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Vanity Olden
Vanity, olden days you are.
Prepare a place and lay to
rest, you are dead and gone
to bed.
You are lost and I am glad.
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