Thursday, February 3, 2011

It's already February.

                                           It's already February.

February is cold bath water.

February is an uncomfortable shoe.

February is the last in line

To a long and never-ending queue.

February month is my bread and butter.

It washes away like rains in gutters.

February is my hit and miss.

And when I'm sad I like to rhyme my words like this.

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