Saturday, August 10, 2002
03:55 a.m.
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There's 96 degrees
And you don't know
If it's separation or
Smarts or two hearts
That just plain won't collide.
The weather, the distance,
The age, the range, the
Time of our lives.
All I know are mockinbirds
Too afraid to fly and
Crickets chirping in the
Night.
I guess somehow, there
May not be a chance for
The survival of the tangerines
And the butterflies and all
Our concrete walls on this
Heavy, lonely, planet.
S*
2002.08.11
There's 96 degrees
And you don't know
If it's separation or
Smarts or two hearts
That just plain won't collide.
The weather, the distance,
The age, the range, the
Time of our lives.
All I know are mockinbirds
Too afraid to fly and
Crickets chirping in the
Night.
I guess somehow, there
May not be a chance for
The survival of the tangerines
And the butterflies and all
Our concrete walls on this
Heavy, lonely, planet.
S*
2002.08.11
