Monday, November 22, 2004
metabletica
we cannot open a can of worms
yet its contents shall eat us
when we die
crawl into our eyes nought
but food for thoughts
and ought I to
trust you who
each time
takes lid
takes lie
makes
cry
we cannot open a can of worms
yet its contents shall eat us
when we die
crawl into our eyes nought
but food for thoughts
and ought I to
trust you who
each time
takes lid
takes lie
makes
cry
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