It was a sunny day,
the first of the year,
so I buried myself in a dim room
with a low ceiling and small windows,
strong coffee and the droning voice of the chairman.
This is a lost day, I thought,
and as I left,
I found a young bird on the ground,
dead.
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Added on March 1, 2008 AuthorPrettyCrazyBelgiumAboutTo be really honest, I kinda hate these boxes where you're supposed to 'tell us who you are!' First of all, I never know what to write in there. Second, I don't really fit in a box... But here goes a.. more..Writing
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