Sunday, March 21, 2010

Porcelain Verses

I drove by a playground. There was a mother and a father; they were sitting beside each other. Both were staring at the ground. Both were silent.
In front of them, their daughter on a swing. Alone. She too was silently staring at the green grass before her.

Such pretty weather. Such a sad sight.



By the way, at this point, I strongly dislike you too much. So can you please stop?

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