Sand
A day that won't gel.
Watery, formless, empty.
Sit down, drink good tea.
Sand.
Watery, formless, empty.
Sit down, drink good tea.
Sand.
Labels: Pathetic poetry.
Posted by Zhoen on Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Essays. Meanderings and mutterings. Lots of photos of our cat. Counting coup on fifty years existence.
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1 comments:
you're having one of those days too.
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