daily preciousness

Tuesday, October 17, 2000

my words

(Sung to the tune of "New Worldk" by Bjork)

Drifting, in fall waters’ chill

Sand and scrub form white sandy hills

Three gay men drink up their fill

A bright day is here.

(Written on a beach after three cocktails, so give me a break.)


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