Inside My Head

the literary rantings of Angie Frissore

growing up.

watching the dance of the distant colorful blinking lights

cutting fantastical rays through dark November fog

while miles away you while away

days chasing after an idealism

deficient in substance

I no longer call to mind

our little fairy tale.

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November 21, 2008 - Posted by | Poetry | , ,

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