Friday, April 07, 2006

the yarns that i spin can go on and on and on for ages. but even the best story tellers would use up their reserves of stories someday.

the well is dry, and the drought is neigh,
from far far away, i sighted you.
be here now, yarns aplenty i have,
just to share between, me and the world over.



and so the yarns dried up.