
Little Things Matter
I wish I had not to shame and beg
You. Fix your cracked, broken egg.
You look at me with eyes all vague.
"Who Me? No promise was reneged."
You lie, I said. I've got you pegged.
Upon your house I wish the plague.
By Carol Gee - 2.1.06
Tags: poetry diary
My "topical post" today at South by Southwest is about the "State of the Union" speech's bottom lines.
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