So glad Obama won for a change. Hillary
just needs to admit that she was wrong
about voting for the war in Iraq. She also
needs to stop grilling Obama and actually
make her points. And John Edwards just
needs a hug.


My RoomM Y R O O M:My Room
My sorrow is a lonely room Stark and bared by time.
Colors once stood on these walls, Colors that were mine.
When it is time to be repainted,
The room stands there and waits,
For that ever faithful taxing man
To come whistling through the gates.
This taxing man cant get much done,
Though there is much to do,
No matter how this cruel man paints, The past always shows through.
And when the paint fades far from sight And grows dusky in the gloom, All I have to do is wait, An


Low and SweetL O W A N D S W E E TLow and Sweet
When I cannot find some sympathy
Amongst strangers on the street, I just return
To the tune I know,
My fiddle, low and sweet.


RegretR E G R E TRegret
As I looked upon the placid lake, The water standing still, I thought of all the things I lost, The air took on a chill.
I felt the sorrow gather,
Like the calm before a storm. My heart had started sinking It was too late to reform.
The battle had commenced,
The preacher brought the flood,
No matter where I glanced that night, My lips would taste the blood.


SolitudeS O L I T U D ESolitude
I know the ghosts are there,
They always are
They never leave.
They hang about my head
Relentlessly moaning.
I push them away
Hoping to find peace and quiet
But the dead never rest.
They have long been buried
But the souls remain.
Souls are the essence.
You cannot destroy the essence.
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As Jack took a bite of Chili Dog, he finally felt as if everything was going to be ok. Often, when we lose ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedy, we can thank God for Chili Dogs.
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It should be done. It can be done. It will be done.
Save the Earth
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people don't think... they just think that they think
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