Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Undead Time

Such a strange breed to enter the store
Stranger still the hello that awaits
Mover, shakers, cowboys, makers, doers
This is more or less to kill time
As if time is ours to kill,
Spend maybe
Once I attended a block party on a sunny Sunday
Good bbq, Mr. Charles on the music box
Time spent
I can't think of a single instance where I have killed time

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