Don't You Dare Take Me For Granted...
She's such a lovely girl writing rhymes onto her paper.
We read them everyday, we take for granted, now and later.
Where has she gone off today?
She's sleeping her tomorrows away. ♥
Don't You Dare Take Me For Granted...
She's such a lovely girl writing rhymes onto her paper.
We read them everyday, we take for granted, now and later.
Where has she gone off today?
She's sleeping her tomorrows away. ♥
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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