Dropping Eaves

I walk beside myself all day
Just jotting down the things I say
When evening comes I read it back
And weep for all the sense I lack

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Silliness is good
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2 Responses to Dropping Eaves

  1. Say! Maybe we could trade our own useless and nonsensical notes some day! 🙂

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