Well put me in a cage full of lions, I learned to speak lion
In fact I know the language well
I picked it up while I was versing myself in the languages they speak in hell
That night, the silence gave birth to a baby
They took it away to her silent dismay
And they raised it to be a lady
Now she can't keep her mouth shut
And for one crowded hour, you were the only one in the room
And I sailed around all those bumps in the night to your beacon in the gloom
I thought I had found my golden September in the middle of that purple June
But one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin
-from "One Crowded Hour" by Augie March
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Vu Ja Day
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2 comments:
lion; a language older than words. praise the lion hearted.
Happy Mother's Day, Ms Pirate! Sending you much love. xx
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