If we're not careful this is going to end up in Tina Turner territory.
Those second-hand emotions.
(this loveless world is irradiated with love, that's part of the
paradox we endure)
2008/8/14 Roger Day <[log in to unmask]>:
> I stopped looking a while ago.
>
> On 8/14/08, sharon brogan <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>> Love
>>
>> I've looked everywhere:
>> the junk drawer in the kitchen,
>> the catch-all on the dresser,
>> in every cupboard and cabinet.
>> I scolded the cat and got down
>> on my knees to look under the sofa.
>> It's not in the garage, the basement,
>> the attic. I cleaned out the car,
>> the glove-box, the trunk. I've swept
>> all the corners, emptied the desk.
>> I asked Google, Yahoo, and Amazon.
>> I searched Wikipedia, called
>> everyone I know. I switched out
>> the bed linens, shook out the rugs,
>> shuffled the pages of all the books.
>> It is not here. I've looked everywhere,
>> year after year, but I cannot find it.
>>
>
>
> --
> My Stuff: http://www.badstep.net/
> "I began to warm and chill
> to objects and their fields"
> Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
>
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David Bircumshaw
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