DIRT floors, water down preachers, <br />a collection plate, and a church <br />full of heartless people, <br />AND all the christens lock their <br />doors, <br />AND all the pagons beg for more. <br />AND all the shadows laugh and <br />play, and me, ill just turn off <br />the tee-vee...and fly away.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/half-way-happy/
