We are like sauerkraut
Or cheese or wine.
We keep on growing while the world goes on.
Come back from time to time to check the brine,
Inspect the mold, and stir the bubbles down.
The age will do us good. Just let us rest.
The bubbles rise and fall while you are gone,
The veins that grow the bluest are the best.
I'll tell you when it's time to paint the town.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
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