Where do they come from? Where do they go?
Friday, June 05, 2009
Into the Bin.
It was on the table, under the keyboard. I took the keyboard on to my lap and saw it fall.
There it lies on the ground. An old piece of luck, of memory, of things returned.
It will be swept away tomorrow. And everything with it too. Into the bin.
And thus wrote
2 head(s) turned to say..
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