A collection of musings, poems, writing and other eccentricities scattered throughout a life time.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
OF YOU
I walked to my front door
Gazed at the sky
And the ocean that churned
Between you and I
I looked out my back door
The dog pissed on a tree
I thought how good it is
To finally be free
Of you
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