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.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
No Left Feet
Chase the sun as it descends, tread lightly o'er the threads of dusk. Grasp hold the fleeing trails of light and open wide your eyes.
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