A Lil Whimsy
by Taj R Coleman
Friday, August 30, 2002
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Grounded gloomily gathered gladly upon a swooning noon.
Would be wanting Without a wasted world.
Stumbled and Bumbled my way around.
Fallen and raw from the blows that did fall.
So now I am Drizzled and drowned.
Brazen and burnt.
Bubbled and boiled.
Lonely and hurt.