When the well filled
With my bronzed copper pennies,
I looked to the stars,
Remembering to stay humble,
And kept my reservations ready.
My eyes filled with you,
As they did before,
While I mouthed that special prayer.
But like the pennies, the stars ignored
And I knew that they’d never
Bring you close to here.
Thursday, December 28, 2006
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