Tuesday, March 27, 2012
This, crazy desire to measure night and day
With, your smiling face not far away
Why, I may ask you
Can, that be true?
You, with a frog-like leap
Me, crumpled in a heap
Fill jam jars with memories.
scribbledby

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

dis is good.

October 12, 2012 at 6:51 AM

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