thank you!
shann
----- Original Message -----
From: "Mairead Byrne" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Tuesday, June 18, 2002 9:42 PM
Subject: Re: speech project
> There's a great fresh breeze blowing through this!
> Mairead
>
> > Feelin groovy
> >
> > It's a baby blue whipped cream kinda sky
> > too bright too papaperfect to be real and
> > all the greens are plastic lime fresh and
> > all the yellows are chiffon smooth icing
> >
> > I never dropped anything intentionally
> > but there are Peter Maxx backdrops here
> > if it weren't for the trash on the floorboard
> > I'd be afraid I'd crossed over some rainbow
> >
> > bridged every Gap commercial on a string
> > tied around my finger in a big bow knot
> > I can feel my clothes but I know I'm naked
> > under everyone else is too all are perfect tans
> >
> > do you know the way to San Tropez?
> > I want a burger right now onions pickles
> > I want the special at Applebee's red ketchup
> > home fries and a blue ocean frozen margarita
> >
> > maybe it's clarity hitting me in the face
> > I could be due to die this afternoon
> > and this is like nesting right before
> > the baby comes and everything changes
> >
> > I don't wanna close my eyes let it go
> > not yet if it's in my head I'm moving there
> > There's a Wonkavision in the car in beside me
> > Hey! let's make love while we still look good
> >
> > that bright white shirt is a Tide testimonial
> > your hair all rootbeer brown and ponytailed
> > I wanna make a baby that looks like you
> > do you wanna live forever? I do I always have
> >
> > wanted to stop the cars right there in the road
> > and stroll to any convenient park to roll
> > like barrels down smooth slopes of maribou
> > grass in Easter egg pastels licking my fingers
> >
> > clean of workaday troubles so all the touches
> > feel like starlight all the kisses sound like spheres
> > every color makes a prism out of lightning
> > and we all sparkle like snow on mountaintops
> >
> > perception is nine tenths of the letter of the law
> > it's the universe that can be bent out of joint
> > when love takes the mind out of madness
> > to warp the mundane into the feel of wet clay
> >
> > to throw a vase to put my eyes in a box to hold
> > a song out of cedar for the smell of fresh fire
> > and if wine will ever last beyond the first taste
> > I can fall asleep till morning if I hear you speak.
> >
> > Shann Palmer
> > Richmond, VA
> >
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