this a poem that i saw in a book..and i tot i want to show it to you guys cos it seems...seems like me...i'm not plagarising...i just forgot to take down the title and author of the book...it's
Get a life
I have have a life so still nothing ever stirs; no stomping footsteps nor shadows behind shutters,
which are reassuring for my straitjacket composure and blood pressure average beyond belief.
I seldom act on impulse, unless well thought out, weighing so precisely the pros and cons I'm conned into fence-sitting
I have friends numbered as the streets and we would meet at arm's length, white lies picking up the slack of how we have fared.
I have nothing to pent-up to repent, embraced all the Good Books asks and tasks, band aid charity for some hospice in return for posterity christened after me.
Yes, I have a life too measured by half - but certainly no half measures - so still not even a whisper roams through my house.
...that's the end...and one of the not so positive horoscopes:no matter how much you talk to others, the sting still hurts... some positive things...at least i din deprove as much as the others in terms of swimming compared to our own p.b. S1771M
Willis Loy posted at 3/27/2007 09:31:00 PM |
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