As break comes to a close (for some)...
A Poem
We slowly, softly, sweetly careen
Back into the land of Philistines.
Where conversations go unheard.
And people seldom speak a one dollar word.
Shouting "we can't wait, we can't wait."
We slowly, softly, sweetly careen
Back into the land of Philistines.
Where conversations go unheard.
And people seldom speak a one dollar word.
Shouting "we can't wait, we can't wait."