I don't dream.

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Things are looking better than before but that doesn't mean they're better. Short entry today, can't think at the moment.

Today shall be tomorrow
which shall soon be
yesterday
as the days go
by.
So sly.
Goodbye.

Comments

  1. the3jrSeptember 20, 2010 at 9:02 PM

    Keep looking up, it'll really help :))
    + the poem could be a ditty!

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  2. Yan YearsSeptember 25, 2010 at 12:09 AM

    Well EJ, things are looking up but not in all the ways I'd hoped. hahahahaha :))

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