| I cut my hair once more Six angels at the door Two to sing, two to pray Two to carry the trimmings away
You paint me in green Lying on the old porch swing Morning comes in light Come recognition, come sight
Shears in the evergreens Swinging on the old porch swing A ribbon to bind our wrists We were made for this
When I've thought too much When I've said enough Take me to Lake Michigan Six angels in the wind
-jec [2/10/09]
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| Not a forest fire, Nor that of Great Chicago. Neither structural, Nor Molotov, But a lit tea light; Cool, calm, quiet, careful.
[jec12.27.07]
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| Believe it or not, I'm thinking about making a slight return. Your thoughts?
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| Jordan Chulski -- Facebook me.
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