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Wishing Well
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Misc./Exp. Through my looking glass the colors fade
Fade do the jeans wrapped around that cute ass
Ass carrying the packs down the trail, rain falling
Rain so pure and fresh, desert sand settled
Cute was the lover who lost their soul just to hold fast
Colors so many a hue, love is there beyond a doubt and so
true
Settled was the whole issue of who was who
Fast as lightning the symphony played between the two
True were the words strug along the tiles on the kitchen
floor
Was it the way they saw the sparks, you never know
The eyes hold the mad, mad world enthrall
Kitchens filled with every modern appliance still no
confidence
Benjamin K. Badgley
Saturday, 31 May 2003
