I like this world
where people are nice.
They say Hi to me and
hold open doors.
They'll even let me pass through
first.
He listens and helps
me.
He makes songs about peace
and love.
He built a house and
bought flowers.
Then she cut
me
in half and carried a
part of me
back to reality.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
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