a day
it was a day
a very average
nondescript cloudy quiet day
one could pass away and noone would notice
like a sparrow or a fleabitten dog
a day
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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a day | 0 | 07/13/2009 |
psycho | 0 | 07/12/2009 |
tribute | 1 | 07/11/2009 |
not coping | 0 | 07/06/2009 |
stars | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
shamrock | 0 | 03/14/2009 |
hyacinth | 0 | 03/02/2009 |
valentine days | 1 | 02/26/2009 |
love | -1 | 02/25/2009 |
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