burned cookies
are nothing to
burned fingers
are nothing to
burned egos
are nothing to
burned feelings
are nothing to
burned beings
are nothing to
you
SOB with me
Your Sympathies:
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Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor
Imagine if I weren't medicated….
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January 12, 2009 at 10:32 am
PoeticGrin
I’m sorry I originally wrote about you and cookies, which brought us to the referenced incident.
Advice for all situations, RE: Next time:
Follow the directions.
January 12, 2009 at 10:33 am
PoeticGrin
Also, there are no directions.
January 12, 2009 at 11:28 pm
medicatedlady
That’s why I’m so lost, of course. I consider myself charred remains about whose life and tragedies no one cares to remember.