Saturday, February 28, 2004

Young adolescent,
Now I have to throw cushions at you
everytime I see you
Because your rough edges
are now exposed
A little courtesy would go a long way
in hiding your failures

Yesterday,
the adventure approached Olympian heights
But on the morrow,
I found you on the backside descent

That is I say,
your voice has changed
to reflect the steep hike,
and the tiredness of days

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