Days go by
Like pages being turned.
I'm getting older
I feel young,
Does it matter

All the friends I had
Have move so far away.
They are living life
While I,
Get old and fatter

Water underneath this burning bridge
Is worth its weight in gold.
The greatest stories in my life
Are the ones that I've been told.
Seven courses of self loathing on a platter

02/04/2004

Posted on 03/02/2010
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