gold_paper_stars fyn gula Sometime in the middle of the darkness, mary took a ladder and climbed into the night as the children watched. she took the gold stars from the gingerbread and hung them on the sky. the question was: where the stars made from gold paper or was the gold paper made from stars? 000328 ... kerry that's pretty 011223 ... Spare Change She filled her room with petty acomplishments. She marked her day with golden stars. She passed the hours counting them up she passed the minutes sticking them on. She wore proudly her patches of triviality and minutia. She lived her life in resplendent routine. When she died they pasted gold stars in uninterupted relief on her tombstone. 030904 ... somenom hmm 050531 ... gold paper stars 060429 ... three words gold_paper_stars manage dreams_lie_in_wait_beneath_the_melting_snow 060811 what's it to you? who go blather from