Must I wait ...?
for two thousand and eight?
Curse my fate?
Berate?
... and write bad poetry until then?
tsk tsk ... I'm going out in the early morning sun...
Note to My Life/ Reality:
... here is some kite and here is some string...
Come to me when you're ready to talk or make a deal.
You'll know where to find me (as always).
Come to me when you're ready to talk or make a deal.
You'll know where to find me (as always).
3 comments:
you know what am thinking.. in terry pratchett if there is a Death figure.. then where is Life? i want my money back.
But in death there is life ... No?
mmmm okk. but i still want my money back. :) loads of work clothes to buy! tell what your doing.. in english not in blog.
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