Saturday, April 9, 2011

random #2

A man of words and not of deeds..
Is like a garden full of weeds..
And when the weeds begin to grow..
It's like a garden full of snow..
And when the snow begins to fall..
It's like a bird upon the wall..
And when the bird away does fly..
It's like an eagle in the sky..
And when the sky begins to roar..
It's like a lion at the door..
And when the door begins to crack..
It's like a stick across your back..
And when your back begins to smart..
It's like a penknife in your heart..
And when your heart begins to bleed..
That's when you're dead..and dead..and dead indeed..

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