The Journal of Deborah S Regan Journal Entry 01/15/2002 10:25 p.m. hello, it seems that poetry doesn't sell. that mine is not what I envision. I can't reach the side of the bank I can see. in my head my thoughts ring spectacular. on paper, sometimes. on paper if I could make the wrinkled imprint of my frontal lobe appear... I am currently Disillusioned I am listening to the sound of the humidifier Return to the Library of Deborah S Regan   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)