This is an indie film I am the girl in the black stocking cap and you are the boy with the long hair and bad complexion we'll love each other anyway even though neither of us want to admit it we'll do pensive things and give transcendental promises we'll smoke Camels like they were candy cigars and drink a beer together for breakfast I'll write patheticly morose poetry and you'll try to change the world one Democrat at a time we'll be so far removed from the conventional world that we'll forget we're not the only ones in it we could be an indie film and I would always love you anyway.
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" ... we'll do pensive things and give transcendental promises ..." Mad applause for that line alone. I really enjoyed this poem - makes me glad I popped in today.
Rosetta was born in 1909 as the youngest of ten children. The family had more laughter than money and neighbors would knock on their door to ask, "Can we come in and laugh, too?"
Rosetta was born in 1909 as the youngest of ten children. The family had more laughter than money and neighbors would knock on their door to ask, "Can we come in and laugh, too?"
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.