Harriet, sweet Harriet, hard-hearted harbinger of haggis.
Beautiful, bemused, bellicose butcher.
Un-trust... ing.
Un-know... ing.
Un-love... ed?
"He wants you back," he screamed into the night air like a firefighter going to a window that has no fire... except the passion of his heart.
I am lonely.
It's really hard.
This poem... sucks.
Sweet stuff.
Thursday, October 27, 2005
In honor of Harriet Miers
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