On a mission, to lose weight
but my will is weak indeed...

Mistress Jane
full of determination...

I type all day, and answer phones.
Just one of many, standard clones...

The moon is high, on velvet skies,
As I stand here, in wolf like guise...

Orange blossom showers
On organza silk...

As I walked over mossy plains
across much traveled rich terrains...

As missiles fly, across the sky
I hear her sobbing, broken cry...

Crash of sea against the shore
reminds me of times gone by...

Clip not the blind of wings to let them soar
give them the tools a path your love to find...

There's a crab sat in my sandwich
or so my dear husband said...

When I was just a child
my mother said to me...

Valentine day is almost here
I sit here sinking in my fear...