| 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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