Aren't we all ? Some of us last
only a few hours. Others drift
in filthy alleys. Many of us are torn.
A few of us are neatly folded up
and stored for crinkling years
by people like myself.
Dingo the Dissident
THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions in the Armpit of Diogenes by DINGO the DISSIDENT binge-thinker since February 2008.
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