Thursday, February 11, 2010

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Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window 
For her I feel so afraid 
On her twenty-second birthday 
She already is an old maid 
To her, death is quite romantic 
She wears an iron vest 
Her profession's her religion 
Her sin is her lifelessness 
And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow 
She spends her time peeking Into Desolation Row

In other words, ... --- ...


TRay said...

Hey, another "blast from the past!" Have to admit, I check up on the blog from time to time. Definitely picked up on the distress signal...I GET IT. Sending you happy thoughts of days long ago and Breyer horses galloping through the fields... :) Tara

jessica trent said...

thanks tara! gosh, those were some nice days :)