Date: 11/18/2009

T-h-e h-a-r-m-a-t-t-a-n

Slowly its on us,Our path filled wit stamps of our little limbsOur lip chapped,n whiteWho?,why?,when?and how did happen? can not answered in a single breath.The sun throws its beam at us showing that wicked smile as his cohort whistles by tossing up debris and dustOh!what awful seasona© --Emmanuel .O.


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