My love is a fountain, a faucet. It's just silly, all the arbitrary reasons I'm required to turn it off and on and off and on. It is supplied unceasingly and the mechanism could just stay on and pour and pour, filling cup after cup.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Table Blessing
My love is a fountain, a faucet. It's just silly, all the arbitrary reasons I'm required to turn it off and on and off and on. It is supplied unceasingly and the mechanism could just stay on and pour and pour, filling cup after cup.
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