Senin, 07 Mei 2012

A shower in the early November

Along the path of rush where patience is dead
Leading to everyday I have had
Under the shower
Under the shower

I hate Poets

Write of nothing
Of no one knows the meaning
But you see….
They are crazy

Taking round road
Walking and dancing
Never see what he’s holding
But you follow them somewhat

I hate poets

*) just found this in my old files, enjoy ^^...and drop your thought :)

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