first desert morning, by andrew Subscribe to rss feed for andrew 

     Lying in my tent
waiting for the sun,
there is nothing to do
and i dont wanna run.
I dont wanna pick up sand or debris
I dont wanna get, not even to pee.
Posted: 2011-05-04 22:16:56 UTC
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