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By ~*Truelies*~ Date: 2001 Sep 27 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.27.12.00.13510]] |
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Sitting with shivers, Waiting to glimpse That rustic mop With grass green glare I keep waiting there; Deflated. You're this seasons colours, I'm last seasons fashion You've moved on I've stood still Just waiting until.....? *sigh* ...Just waiting. |