THE MINDS EYE: ODD

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Sunday, May 13, 2012

ODD

Being odd I can handle; its being normal that’s hard. Like a wrinkle in time, mime after mime, has laughed and has cried. Been born than died. But not me, no not I, I play in the rain. Enjoy both pleasure and pain, forget what I’ve lost- what can I gain? Bedheads, redheads, wet-behind- the-ears,... Sign in to see full entry.

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