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09-25-03
Oh, whatever, bored.
Tried to catch the sun today
My fingers clasped around it
It slipped away from my hands
Shivered in it's silver bed
Mere inches out of my reach
Fingertips brushed on loose dirt;
Waited to try it again
Staring at it face to face;
Wonder who will win this race?
When people talk of the freedom of writing, speaking or thinking I cannot choose but laugh. No such thing ever existed. No such thing now exists; but I hope it will exist. But it must be hundreds of years after you and I shall write and speak no more.
- John Adams |