MORNING POEM |
I woke early one morning
The earth lay cool and still
When suddenly a tiny bird
perched on my windowsill.
He sang a song so lovely,
so carefree and so gay,
that slowly all my troubles
began to slip aw...
Posted by kat on Mon, 30 Apr 2007 09:14:00 PST |
A HOUSE BECOMES A HOME WHEN YOU CAN WRITE "I LOVE YOU" ON THE FURNITURE |
Dust if you must, but wouldn't it be better
to paint a picture or write a letter
Bake a cake or plant a seed
Ponder the difference between want and need
Dust if you must but there's not much time
With...
Posted by kat on Mon, 30 Apr 2007 09:09:00 PST |
HOORAY FOR BITCHDOM |
HOORAY FOR BITCHDOM
When I stand up for myself and my beliefs, they call me a bitch. When I stand up for those I love, they call me a bitch. When I speak my mind, ...
Posted by kat on Mon, 30 Apr 2007 09:05:00 PST |
