Sunday, November 18, 2007

Old Friends


Here's a poem that means a lot to me, so that makes it "good". Yet it's also bad. I can't explain. Click Beautiful Diana for a fairly long but conversational read.



This esoteric conceit clumsily conceived by Ron Southern at 10:58 PM
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  1. Calista*Was*Here11/21/2007 3:43 AM

    It's sad.
    Beautiful and sad.
    I'm sorry...

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  2. Ron Southern11/21/2007 10:43 AM

    Yes, it is, and nothing can ever change it, not even this enormous amount of time. I am such a guilty bastard in this instance because I wasn't on good terms with her when she died. Be advised, I guess!

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