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She and her Cat
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Monday, September 29, 2008
Through The Years Past, Present and Future I always like fantasizing my own future, When future became the present, And present turns history, However the dreamer still stays dreaming. Months, Weeks, and Days Striking of the days, Skipping pass the weeks, Months had wear off in the calendar, Yet I still struggle like the usual me. Hours, Minutes and Seconds Ti-Da Ti-Da Ti-Da Time never get tire, It's as stubborn as me, It never stop even when my alarm battery dies off, Maybe is time for me to move along with it, A new me, at a new point in time. |