I hate migraine headaches. Can't think straight, can't write straight, can't talk straight, can't do a damn thing straight. Fortunately, now, it's gone and I can write. Two days later.
This entry is likely to be rather short, since Tuesday was a total blah blah blah day. Did all the usual stuff, was accused of mistreating the handicapped (nothing new there, right?). Actually, that really pissed me off. Some people! But thats a story for another time I think.
You know what might be nice to fill this space? More of Chris's Crappy Poetry!!!
Off the cuff . . .
She sleeps beside me
Dances through my mind
Turns the silence into wonder
The darkness into dreams
Love turned softly in the night
Holding her closely . . . .
Life turns swiftly when its time
Comes . . . that special person
Appears and makes all the confusion
Clear.
Sometimes it snows
Before the leaves have fallen
Whiteness covers the earth
Leaves fall upon it
A beautiful thing, though rare.
Christopher
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