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after work
Contributed by
JohnYamrus
on
Sunday, 4th November 2007 @ 01:27:59 AM in AEST
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oops
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i come home,
walk into the kitchen
and throw my wallet
on the counter.
then my pens,
my cards
and finally
my keys,
which
slide along the counter,
spin,
do a little dance
and finally
come to a stop.
some day
so will
i.
Copyright ©
JohnYamrus
... [
2007-11-04 01:27:59]
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Re: after work
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by Randyjohnson on
Sunday, 4th November 2007 @ 11:24:25 AM AEST
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Re: after work
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by deadheadpoet on
Thursday, 8th November 2007 @ 12:45:09 PM AEST
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Ah John, ya say so much in so few words...and I like it. Funny, I see those keys spinning. I like the analogy used here. Cool read.
Peace,
Laura |
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