Please Diane,
feel warmth of my hands,
as the water is flowing,
I wish I was your fountain,
I have but **** left to gain,
a shadow disappears in rain.

A flow circulates brain,
but the blood drips down the drain
I wish I could raise like a crane
but I copped the...........

Flowing bubbling spring
A good time to lose the ring
Lying in bed to tomorrow brings
I hate when the birds start to sing.

What is there......

Haste becomes routine tooth paste,
if the body can lift from such waste,
I'm sick of who I am am today,
will a future tomorrow be the same.

Please Diane,
He sped off in the van,
and the stoning's I had to witness
there is no priest who can truly blessed.

I'm so sick and tired.....
I just want to die.