I could scream
for days
inside this
stupid rain.
And I could hurt
for years
inside these
stupid tears.
But if I died
Tomorrow,
Tell me
Which you’d see
A pouring out
of love, or hatred,
flowing out
to me?
Thank you Herbert, you are so very sweet, and Janice was right too. And of course, chiffon. Gotta go out in chiffon! ;)
If you died tomorrow girl. You would be remembered with so much warmth and love by all. Hugs Jan
DONT DIE SANDRA OTHERWISE I WILL HAVE TO STAND IN THE RAIN IN MY PINK CHIFFON PANTIES, THE RAIN WILL MAKE THEM SEE THROUGH THATS SCARY ISN'T IT, YOU WILL SEE A BIG WORM THEN AND IT WONT BE GREEN, WELL IT WASN'T LAST TIME I LOOKED wITH A WARMTH ALLAN
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I would like to translate this poem
If you died tomorrow I would make you the longest, most erudite and meaningful (do like that erudite word) poem. Then I would stand in the rain and read it to you, loud enough so you could hear it and fast enough before the worms (see my poem Worms) could start their nibbly work. Just do let me know if you would be wearing the chiffon in pink. H