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Just shooting the poop with Lori |
He travels the world on the backs of others Insignificant in his stature and size His journey carries no mission Randomly roaming at the will of his host Sated enough to never question his trek Life is an open adventure without worry If the excitement of his dusty trail dulls Another bus awaits to grant passage With a furry friend to carry him home Ah the wonderful life of a flea |
A block, made of cement and porous in nature, resides in my brain when I am introduced to the blank page. Page and I have met many times before, but with each new meeting we are strangers once more. Page and me, we have sometimes spent just moments apart and sometimes days on end. And always, we are different and unfamiliar with one another. There has been change, growth, and character-building exercises for us both. Before each new start we must come to understand the nuances of one another. A sensual escape of the possibilities is required before our communion. Page and I have to agree on the adventure we seek.Even though there is newness to the friendship, I have no doubt of beautiful fraternity that awaits us. |