As a songwriter, I sometimes have thoughts or ideas that wouldn't particularly make a good song. This is the outlet for that stuff...

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Snow Angel

It doesn't matter

What you've done

Who you are

Where you're from

If you can spread your arms

And legs

And disregard a chilly bum

You can leave a

Transient print

Of what your mom hoped

You'd become

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