Sunday, October 31, 2010

From an evening,
through thick and thin,
with time,

Ha, but who remembers? Who bets on such a past for a future? Who is that loser?


Who wants to be like those poets who write silly stuff like the stuff above and bear the smile of a wise, senseofhumoured man when they say it was the stole they use each winter or some such entity they were referring to.

Well, you don't have to raise your hand.

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