William Hurst
He strolls down streets
And through the parkinglots
Lost in time
His boots thud quick, then stop
As he spies his nicoteine
Fix in a convenient package
Diving in and out again
Everything seems to blend
Until it all makes sence
To his calm and happy mind.
Thursday, July 01, 2004
Fatherhood
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