seethingblue's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- everytime i see your city without sleep i find myself breaking out into song- early in the morning on the toilet, staring down at squiggles of black hair that lay against the white tiles- and in sara's car, going through four counties: wakulla, taylor, franklin, jefferson- would i be a freedom rider? would i have a cause? would i be bold enough to take a blow to the kneecaps? and feel something so honest, i would not be able to stand by and watch? would i would i would i or just walk by, humming, singing another pop song 4:28 p.m. - 2002-04-14 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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