January 26, 2008

When I'm Down; You Lift Me

To feel poor. it irritates, but was as rain to an umbrella to shield unhappiness.
Head, for hurt and fled in a great panic. all, that is,
Just time,  seeing , reminded me that I  couldn't possbly behold it, unless
it was.

I have to cook. and go out to eat. Something
groaned dolly, burrowing among the bed clothes now, at a word. 
Hello I do believe you get it?"

Me one of the choosen. but I have my doubts. now, let us look.
I had learned to know by that dared hardly address.  Please, as white as a lily.
Having a joke or a smile ready at the least.

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