The sun rises at the East,
Too many birds create noises of feasts,
This day eagerly blooms at the side of this entity,
Peeping at its world that is nasty.
Friday, January 12, 2007
Will the first be the last?
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If you don't stand for something, you will fall for anything.
The sun rises at the East,
Too many birds create noises of feasts,
This day eagerly blooms at the side of this entity,
Peeping at its world that is nasty.
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