Where I End and You Begin
Wednesday, October 29, 2003
  A small intriguing poem I found tonight in my archives:

From three hundred miles high I sing
Let my words be heard on a leaking thing
Let my lungs fill songs and overwritten
Let the many hearts be oversmitten
I know it’s crazy and tart and blue
I know that these things have been chasing you
But it’s yesterdays greatest lament to try
Where songs drop from my line I fly 
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