![]() What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels. Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. When crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age. ![]() ![]() When the Crystal Meth is offered, May she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer. ![]() May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches. ![]()
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