Saturday, October 30, 2010
WITH ORANGE COMES SHEEP
Dusk and dawn, I sit on bus and yawn.
W
atch how t
ime is passing. Fast.
Seeing this this place from the past.
Every day, this road to to school.
S
topped and thought mushroom shadow was cool.
I got tired of cool.
I went home to eat sheep and dress in wool.
Cold Orange days, I heart them.
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