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| Sunday, December 30, 2007, 10:25:25 PM |
I chickened out the first night but I did it last night and it was strange. I think I slept all right and everything It'll probably be better when I get my real bed out there. So...yeah...real quiet. Not much to do so I wrote a poem.....huh I walk to the window facing westward woods Over and over through the trees another heart beats over and over why am I here? I ask, is this my dream? Over and over no cars pass a distant train whistle blows Over and over Well, that was my night over and over....I hope not! |
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