A Visit to the Junk Yard
Have you been to the graveyard
Of the automobiles
Must be the most dreadful place
On the earth you will be
Under the scorching sun
In the heated dirt the cadavers lay
Broken glasses signaling back
Smashed, shattered bones
Inside the electrified fences
(The deceased must tried to escape?)
Peeking through the iron door
Says the black watchman
"No pictures allowed"
Must be the most dreadful profession
In the world he has
A moment ago you were my pride
A moment later you are dead
Disfigured, an empty shell
Waiting to be dissected
Bits and pieces, sold to Mexico
So you say be patient
It is a life long passion
You will have your chances
When you reach your Sixty
How do you know my life won't be
Like that pair of earrings
First too inappropriate for a young girl
Then too funky for a grown woman
How do you know I won't
Be dead by tomorrow
And the world will leave me forgotten
Rotten in the graveyard
- Re: A Visit to the Junk Yardposted on 12/10/2004
susan 写得不错,再精练一点,押韵后可以是歌词。 是应该常去废墟看看走走的,我就是喜欢去墓地。以前在新英格兰的时候,夏天周末常带本书什么的到墓地去看,晒太阳,很感应的。 - posted on 12/10/2004
Susan,
I remember you by what you wrote before.
Can you recognize the sentences below:
Another thought: If a woman's intelligence can't "surface" to the skin --- if her intelligence can't reshape and enhance her physical appearance --- then maybe she is not as intelligent as she believes herself to be after all...
"Intelligence" doesn't just hide under the skin, waiting to be discovered. It shines, it radiates, it calls for attention. It separates you from the rest of the crowd. It actually doesn't need too much digging to find out... - Re: A Visit to the Junk Yardposted on 12/10/2004
谢谢玛雅鼓励。
笨笨,那是我写的,脸红ing
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