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Dec 31, 2005 00:47


As I sit here in my chair;

Eating the noodles I didn't share.

I think of what life could be,

What the post man brings; I wait to see.

In the hearth, there burns a fire;

Reminds me of, a funeral pyre.

Morbid I seem, in this chair.

So off to bed, with a cuddly bear.

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lilbrit21 January 2 2006, 03:07:51 UTC
v. eloquent. i've missed you over the past few weeks :(
we shall have to catch up soon, you and i ;)

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dee_ranged January 2 2006, 11:31:14 UTC
Me likey the poetry....

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