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Where?

"Lone little sparrow, where do you fly?
When my leaves are all gone,
You fly away, from both the cold,
And me, you leave me alone.
But I do not mind at all, for I,
I have lived a hundred years,
or so,And I know that you'll be back again.
I am strong, anchient, and stoic,
And you, you are young and flighty.
But still I ponder, where do you fly?
What do you see there, wherever you go?
Who do you meet? Please tell.
For though I am strong, I am rooted,
Stuck in the ground here and only here.
And, though you are young and fragile,
You are free to fly anywhere you please.
So diffrent, yet still together near always,
We're an odd pair, you and I,"
Said the tree to the sparrow.


Ink & Blood

I could be cut
A thousand times
For a thousand reasons
And I would still
Bleed ink.
Ink that bends,
Twists, and curls,
Becoming the words
That, both, sooth pain
And sting my foes.
I could be cut
A thousand times
For a thousand reasons
And I would still
Bleed ink.

By Jeff Koch

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Oh, and by the way, I now have a mohawk for a couple of days. :)