You may never know
I was, or where I'd go
but you'll always wonder
where, when and how
I went.
sucker
Poetry, thoughts and other sarcastic meanderings... "It is the rattle of the keyboard which moves me, gets me restless and weary out of this skin and finally out of my own head. With these words I can settle in for a winters nap, and watch a soul arise.......Is she me, or am I her? Perhaps neither of us really exist..." md.shelby 2006
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