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Keep an eye out for a young fine Queen Latifah in the middle. Not, of course, to say that she ain't still fine and has not, in fact, gotten finer in the last 12 minutes.
This... is hitting a bit close to home these days. :(
Keep an eye out for a young fine Queen Latifah in the middle. Not, of course, to say that she ain't still fine and has not, in fact, gotten finer in the last 12 minutes.
This... is hitting a bit close to home these days. :(
Poem-trees
Jan. 28th, 2009 03:23 pmEvery so often the following poem pops back into my life.
My love, you are a river fed by many streams....yeah.
I bless all who have shaped you,
The lovers whose delights still dance patterns on your back,
Those who have carved your channels deeper, broader, wider,
Whitewater and backwater lovers,
Swamp lovers, sun-warmed estuary lovers,
Lovers with surface tension,
Lovers like boulders,
Like ice forming and breaking,
Lovers that fill and spill with the tides.
I bless those who have taught you
and those who have pleased you
and those who have hurt you,
All those who made you who you are.
--Starhawk
