February 5, 2004

Mercy’s eyes are blue
and when she places them in front of you
nothing holds a roman candle to
the solemn warmth you feel


6 Responses to “”

  1. skahr Says:

    Ummmm… who’s Marcy?  The poem sounds cool though.

  2. skahr Says:

    Just kidding, by the way

  3. argonaut Says:

    Courtesy of the Shins.

  4. argonaut Says:

    hahaha by the way 🙂

  5. danielplanet Says:

    The Shins!
    Hope life is good out near the Bay, Argo.  I’m sure I’ll bump into you at another random wedding in months to come.  -smile

  6. argonaut Says:

    I’m sure! [smile]

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