Thursday, May 19, 2011

Time Rolls On . . .



... like a river too wide to cross

... too deep to probe

... and too fast to resist . . . .


A river that just happens to be spiced with intermittent dachshunds.





Things could be worse.

2 comments:

  1. I like this poetic entry ~ (I swim often in the river of time, which leaves me all wet at work...)

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