Honestly, There's No Way Of Knowing

I'm sorry, I don't have the slightest clue.
And what do you imply I do?

Get on my knees and bi-scour the plains?
Stand in the sunlight until the sun rains?

Would you like me to construct a mosiac with pebbles?
Or defy a nation with a small group of rebels?

I can't answer your damnable question, you sod.

But here's one more question: Why not ask your God?







































Shh....





















































































waitwait....












































































































Nope. Nothing.



Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2006-12-22 at 19:12

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Zoya Zaidi
Some sense of humour you have my dear!
Welcome to the bay!
((( Hugs)))
Love, Zoya
2006-12-22