We lit a candle and said a prayer
Left wax behind where once we were
The light may fade, to dust return
But that within will always burn
Saturday, September 25, 2010
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A praise of folly
The Comedian
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3 comments:
Got here through Shreya's blog. You write so well, Andrew! Loved this one to bits.
mr.blake, i miss this kind of writing, whether good or bad, who are we, mere mortals, to judge. this is where the truth, and therefore beauty, lies and, therefore, what i wish i saw of more often that opinions on capitalism.
*Nostalgia hits*
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