Monday, June 06, 2005

Some bad poetry I just made

It binds, and frees
Swirling around in the head
It questions all answers
And answers all questions

It feeds the hunger
and yet causes hunger for more
It is called a Tree of Life
May I build a treehouse?

(if you know me, please don't mention this to me, I'll have to be rather embarrased about it)

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