Dec 15, 2003 19:57
band practice was tonite. i have a headache and sore fingers but we sound great.
and now its time for sad poetry.
his cold fingers clutch time
in his right hand the past
in his left, the future
in his heart, the present
a tear runs down his cheek
he never knows quite just how to act
especially when he feels like this.
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