Limb Rat
on becoming a sailboat
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Love Notes
My hurried lines on the back of an old paper bag
will never compare to her polished verse.
What's that they say?
"A silk purse and a sow's ear"
I hope
you will always take a real pig
over a room full of phoney silk
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