Thursday, February 12, 2009

Soul-o-wing

Cold at the Grasslands
Feels like I have no hands
Why did I sleep in so late?
I never forget a climbing date
Sometimes I wish I had a truck
Sometimes I am a catastrophuck
But living like this is coconut bliss
It's just hot chocolate that I really miss
I sit and stare and think what's next
I think I'll start another text


Thanks JS and ST

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