quintessance's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Scraps Of The Scarekrow ~Scraps of the Scarecrow... I've found the crumpled Scarecrow.. Toppled from his Perch of Life... Slumped by the Yellow Brick Road... Alfalfa-hay-filled with strife.... Dusting him off with caring, I've seen his simple cloth face.. Blank stare with triangle eyes, Just gazing off into space... Mouth, mute in painted silence, His hat, haphazardly worn.... His wardrobe shabbily draped... Demeanor, fully forlorn.... His mission failed so poorly, Attitude, "devil may care"... Cause I've always picked him up, Instead of leaving him there... His brain of straw and stuffing, Falling out upon the bricks... His heart...not found anywhere, Only brittle twigs and sticks... Indifference of his rescue, His lost soul woven of thatch... Quietly changing my world... By striking a wooden match... 2:31 p.m. - 2004-03-28 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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