Anyway my friend Leigh was cleaning out some stuff and was sort of worried he should not have of thrown some stuff away. So a poem was written to document the event:
life is rough - so use less stuff
when in doubt - throw it out
set them free, set them free
if they return it was meant to be
when in doubt - throw it out
set them free, set them free
if they return it was meant to be
It is sad that people do loose touch with each other. Sometimes I think life is just like a big bus station. People sit down - wait for their bus - and leave. And then you wonder what bus they got on and where they went.
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Hey, bro! - I think that guy wasn't mean. He just wanted to see you NEKKID!!! =^.^=
I agree with Tiger Rammy. He just wanted you nekkiid!
... and I just recognized: There are nekkid men on the wall behind you!?! Nice place to play piano *hehe*
I once heard it said that friends come in 3 types. Some are there for a reason, some are there for a season, and only a very few for a lifetime. And it is sad that people do lose touch with each other but sometimes that's just the way it's meant to be. I suppose the same can be said of stuff too. Thanks for visiting my blogs. :)
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