Wednesday, December 09, 2009

Sweeping the bad under the carpet
Taking the good out of the closet
And polishing up the plaques
Till they gleam to match your eyes
Or treat it as just another day
Where everything changes
And everyone filters off
To grow up suddenly out of sight.

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