My soon-to-be wife wrote this poem several years ago when she was a teenager. I found it the other day. Don't tell her I put this on my site.

Don't know where I'm going
I Don't know where I'll be
and all I know is something
is UP inside of me.

Not quite sure of how it came.
why it did, it's source...
But what I do know clearly is
that it's a strong, strong force.

Because Up is such a good way.
Up is such a right way.
Up's the only way that I should be.

Up is now a new thing
Up's the only true thing
and I know that I am UP
when you look at me.

This from a young girl too far deep in the terrible culture swamp of the mid to late 90s (boy bands, girl power, teenage television love, etc.). I'm not discrediting her; it's very sweet, and I cringed with adoration when I found it.

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pidge wrote:

Oh my goodness. Archives are dangerous.

March 6, 2006 03:36 PM

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