Comfortability can't be matched
No response...should mean a lot
Early tomorrow, is never early
Stress is high, so is he.
No more waiting, just leave.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
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Writing poetry day to day for whoever is listening. Many more to come, these few are just from the time I started this blog and post them as I write. All are new and based on my present life as well as yours. The day you read it, could be the day it was written about: the sun, the people, the substances, everything! So keep your eyes pealed, your minds imagining, and your feet trekking.
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