A little progress everyday
to get you out of my head.
So it won't be myself I hate
I guess the yearning will abate.
A little indifference each time
to accept you didn't mean a dime.
So what if I'm back on the find?
it'll just be a fun joke over my inconspicuous grime.
Now I've got a whimsical rhyme
to mark the passage of my silly pine.
I'm strong, I'm great, I'm still as fine.
The right one will come along by twenty-nine.
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
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1 comment:
good rythme...
about time...
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