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On a bus ride into town, I wondered "Why am I going to town?"
I looked around at the billboards and the stores I thought,
"Why do I look around?"
so I got out and I bowed and kissed the filthy ground
and in the first dry spot I found I laid down without having to wonder why I was laying down.
I looked around at the billboards and the stores I thought,
"Why do I look around?"
so I got out and I bowed and kissed the filthy ground
and in the first dry spot I found I laid down without having to wonder why I was laying down.
posted by Ed Goode at 10:06 PM
2 Comments:
er...im confused...sounds like u had an intriguing day!
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