"Thoughts whirling by, a frantic pace
Neurotic, erotic and commonplace"
That's the first two lines of a poem that I starting penning while dozing on the bus this morning. Hmm, guess I might write two more lines on my commute home.
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My ramblings about whatever I feel like going on and on and on about! Sometimes good, sometimes bad. Feel free to read or not, at your own risk.
1 comment:
Where's the rest of the poem? I always write a line or two and never finish them.
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