Tuesday, August 03, 2004
The kind old lady...
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Death's vicinity relates
yet another distance
The Crowd slips repeatedly;
ordered mess.
Ah.Another one.*Tsk tsk*
Periodical hammering.
Darn the walking stick.
Morbid interests,
sweet cuts donned a pretty
crimson gown.
"Go on,"
the old lady whispers,
"nicely done..."
Kind old lady isn't she?
niaoren 8/03/2004 10:58:00 PM