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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we shall have to catch up soon, you and i ;)
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