I only know what I should not
Care even less
From a stranger's point of view
I salute myself as
I check the points
Our mother tells us to
Lenghty pitstops
and mighty jumps
Not your usual kind of growth
Can't write
Can't write
Out of spite.
Oh, what a sight
I should make
Pulling all the lies out of my manes.
Tuesday, 21 April 2009
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