thought it was the moon, turned out to be a thumbtack
Monday, August 29, 2005
a message,
written in dirt,
covered by winter's frost.

[here's to hoping that you'll be around long enough to read it by spring's thaw]

1 Comments:

At 4:36 PM, August 29, 2005, Anonymous Anonymous said...

ooh secret messages! i like them as much as carved initials in wood or rock.

 

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