by peterss7 » Tue Nov 23, 2010 9:51 pm
I feel like a colorless grey potatoe, the kind the makes the sound of a buzz saw cutting through styrofoam. A really small potatoe, not enough to make a single french fry.
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were - I have not seen
As others saw - I could not bring
My passions from a common spring -
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow: I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone
And all I lov'd - I lov'd alone - ...EAP