Monday, November 01, 2004
Hallmark
I once got a card that had a poem on the cover. I just found it.
I
could
sit
and
write
about
what
I've
been
doing.
How boring.
I
could
tell
you
the
places
I've
been.
How mundane.
I
could
tell
you
about
people
I've
met.
They're not you.
And
then
I
could
sit
and
cry
and
tell
you
that
I miss you with all of me.
I
could
sit
and
write
about
what
I've
been
doing.
How boring.
I
could
tell
you
the
places
I've
been.
How mundane.
I
could
tell
you
about
people
I've
met.
They're not you.
And
then
I
could
sit
and
cry
and
tell
you
that
I miss you with all of me.
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