By B.K.
Date: 2003 Nov 27
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The Puny Zone

A nickel for your thoughts
Somehow a penny
Just does not fit
The slot anymore
You have seen all of mine
And not meaning to sound unkind
It is just that sometimes
I do not know my head
From my behind
It is when I am sick
That I know for certain
To push the edges
And watch the stage curtains
The play begins and ends
In the multifaceted love
We have always shown and known
It's only when I'm sick
I reach the puny zone
Then fly back into your arms
Safe and warm and not alone