Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Catholic Patron Saint Of Therapist
mood of the day: Element of Crime - it has not been worth. Move it my chronic fatigue in the shoes or whatnot. I grummle today in front of me, listening to loud element of Crime, am tired of everything, pulling his eyebrows together and I feel as if you took away my favorite toy. (Do not worry, the day is gone!)
Take it hands out a meal, and your feet off the table.
wipe 'you the crumbs and the grin off his face.
And go back to where ever you were.
I've been waiting for you, but worth it, worth it, it has not.
Have a nice man, because I dreamed of you.
a hero, whom I loved and invented every day.
Take it away since the hand that nothing is for you.
I've long been waiting for you, but worth it, worth it, it has not.
A noise in the trees and a sigh in the night
and a screen where you laugh, that was you for me.
Oh, how miserable is the reality.
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