Wednesday, February 11, 2004

neglectful crowdpleaser
(in a world of his own)


Today is moving day
ANd the clouds are overhead
And we are flattout.
And if i saw people this holimdays
And didnot say them farewell
My sincerest and deepest appologies
But as for me
I'm off to take down the volley ball net
And dry some dishes
And then
Who can say....?

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