The rider has been lost
The shoes have rusted
The horse is lame
The nail is bent
And I am waiting
Still and silent
on the shore
Saturday, March 31, 2012
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Mostly these things are supposed to be short amusingly depressing musings. They aren't, and will never be, good. You will be happier when you stop hoping for anything better.
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