Bus ride to nowhere, by #$@*silent RiOt*@$# |
Sit here on my lap As I shower you with kisses and brush life's real problems under this seat with the back of my heel only to be recovered after you have been weathered by your own years My little one So young so naive In time you will understand what will become of your brilliantly obscure future |
Posted: 2005-11-13 08:15:54 UTC |
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