Poetic Pursuits and Prosaic Prose
A little of this and that.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
I didn’t know that I didn’t know
What love was til it found me
Sitting by the bed of my mother
Thinking she would die.
Now I take a puff of my cigarette
And still I wonder why.
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