a bit of a ditty...
My soul is of the desert
My love is of the sea
Between them stand vast mountains
And dark forests thick with trees.
I thought to dig a tunnel
And then to cut a road
But I have no ax or shovel
Nor a mule to bear the load.
My love is of the sea
Between them stand vast mountains
And dark forests thick with trees.
I thought to dig a tunnel
And then to cut a road
But I have no ax or shovel
Nor a mule to bear the load.
posted by yonderincarp at 00:09
3 Comments:
My soul I lost in Georgia
For a chance at a melodious sound.
And oh for a love
but so far none is found.
For a soul I'd dig a tunnel
For love I'd cut a road
No matter for ax or shovel
No matter how heavy the load.
-nb:)
With no ax, shovel, or donkey
And an empty place in my soul,
My life seems so empty.
What could fill this hole?
Two tacos for a dollar,
Or the all-you-can-eat buffet?
If I indulge my appetites,
Will this emptiness go away?
-AP
For a soul I'd dig a tunnel
For love I'd cut a road
No matter for ax or shovel
No matter how heavy the load.
Dynamite. Much easier.
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