The Lash

I'd like to meet:

I'd love to meet more quality people. They're hard to find. It really seems like people are losing the whole concept of what a TRUE friend really is. I'd rather have a handful of great friends than 100 so-so acquaintances. I'd also like to meet Hillary Clinton so I could put on a pair of crusty old boots and kick her in the junk (she's probably got a penis)... and tell her she's a douche-bag. She's a female version of Hitler and her voice makes me want to stab myself in the ears. To sum up... I don't like her very much.
THE GIRL I USED TO BEBY ROWENA LEWISShe came tonight as I sat alone, The girl I used to be.... And she gazed at me with her earnest eye And questioned reproachfully: Have you forgotten the many plans And hopes I had for you? The great career,the splendid fame, all the wonderful things to do? Where is the mansion of stately height With all its gardens rare? The silken robes that I dreamed for you And the jewels in your hair? And as she spoke, I was very sad For I wanted her pleased with me... This slender girl from the shadowy past The girl that I used to be. So gently rising, I took her hand And guided her up the stairs Where peacefully sleeping, my babies lay Innocent, sweet, and fair. And I told her that these are my only gems, And precious they are to me; That silken robes is my motherhood Of costly simplicity. And my mansion of stately height is love, And the only career I know Is serving each day in these sheltered walls For the dear ones who come and go. And as I spoke to my shadowy guest, She smiled through her tears at me. And I saw the woman that I am now Pleased the girl I used to be.