confessions of a mad ginger.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
getting there
Now more than ever
The weather
Gets me down.
But soon I’ll swoon
And wash my hair
My mermaid hair
In a lake in northern Michigan
And there are mysteries in store
When I get home
To you.
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