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So Much Stuff I Can't Recall

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Happy V.D.

Hope y'all're enjoying your boxes of chocolate and powertools. Here at Casa de Mikesell we're taking it easy. Dina's not feeling well (the doc's thinking kidney stone, we find out tomorrow), so we're putting off the tandem parachuting for another year.

And in the spirit of the season, and because "I love you" is better shown than heard (though it's important to hear, too; someone said that in a seminar, somewhere), and because even though I had a poem published I'm not a great poemist, here are some song lyrics I cribbed off the 'net ... especially for Dina:

It's Not Your Fault

I get lonely sometimes
It's not your fault
I'm a man who follows his own tracks until he's lost
I'll keep on going round and round until I'm found

I get wounded sometimes
It's not your fault
I keep on shooting arrows up until they fall
They stall and turn, a narrow miss until I learn

It's not you, I'll be okay, I'm just a jerk is all
It's alright, it's just my foolishness
It's not your fault

I get helpless sometimes
It's not your fault
I just tend to tug on heartstrings til they break
A thug who wins a kiss and misses finer things

I get angry sometimes
It's not your fault
I let the molehill simmer like Vesuvius
And hole up in Pompeii until all hell breaks loose

It's not you, I'll be okay, I'm just a jerk is all
It's alright, it's just my foolishness
It's not your fault

Written by Mark Heard © 1991 Ideola Music/ASCAP


More-sentimental words (also true and also better than I can write) can be found here.

Mikesell

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