Sanity comes in many shapes and sizes. Mine usually comes in penguin form. Following are what I term 'scribbles'. This almost-poetry is my attempt at self-expression.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Tick
Our time is fleeting, I know it well. And fleetly yet It passes by,
Yet I possessing A sum unknown, Allow it, passively to fly.
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