Skip to my lou my darling.
Again and again the songs sing my head.
Jumping running playing pressing with the work ahead.
I want to laugh and be merry, but where for art thou respoinsibility?
Just being there doesn't mean one is actually in a place.
You must eat the pizza and soy chips and breathe.
With hopes of songs, dances, and fresh air.
I bid you adieu.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
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