When thoughts form poetry for Thursday, August 18, 2005

Thursday, August 18, 2005

Not alone

Silly me I thought I was alone But then I came back to Canada and Healthcare was free Silly me I thought I was alone but then the cat on the grass with eyes made of glass just kept on st-st-staring at me. Silly me I felt so alone But I walked by those businessmen with their suites made of money.... Sign in to see full entry.

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