"Gypsies, tramps and thieves". We'd hear it from the people of the town. They'd call us gypsies, tramps and thieves. But every night all the men would come around; and lay their money down. -- Cherilyn Sarkasian LaPier

Thursday, September 8, 2011

The Shooting Cloud.




If you're tired of trying to fall asleep, sleep on it and try again tomorrow.

If you're all out of promises, I have one left for you: The Earth is still here as long as you're alive.

If you want to yell out your frustrations, I'll understand, just understand that the whole world is screaming, mostly complaining about the noise.

If you're worried about having the poetry knocked out of you when you're older, don't. Old blood bleeds as good as new.

If you've got nothing left to feel, just pay the bill and walk away.

If there's anything else, let me know.

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