Your Hair

Barnacle.

Your hair smells just like hair. The way I always thought it would smell -- and your eyes make one thousand country roads uninteresting. Love is a barnacular pleasantry, but your lake makes it all worth the while. If I could be there, there would be salmon steaks, moon smiles and a dozen other whispers from you. If nothing means love more than this, please let this make an inroad.

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Posted by bryan at June 3, 2003 12:34 AM