Snips

Snips and snails and puppy dog tails are boy, of which one am I. Rough and gruff and jagged around the edges, we are, as are our thoughts, feelings and words. Sugar and spice, and everything nice, are girls, of which one you are. Delicate and fragile, and tender in heart and feelings Course is the grit which is man at core. Abrasive to the touch, stumbling, bumbling, and bungling his way through life more times than not. Often times abrading the tender fragile petals of woman. Theses things I know, so I try as my words come to my mouth to buff and polish them and knock off the rough edges before I release to your oh so delicate ears their fury. Listen with your heart to mime and you will hear the meaning beyond my words. Written April 20th, 2000 © on Oct 27 2001 04:52 AM PST   0 • 10