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Friday, November 20, 2009

Stories

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am

But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to

2 comments:

Ki said...

That may be true--but that is one damn awesome simple verse my wrinkly friend.

Flake said...

Who's wrinkled?!