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Monday, May 25, 2009

Threat Me Nice

Ah, the warm summer breeze. One eye closed and another half open struggling to see if the bus is coming. My face makes funny grins and my hair is all over the place. I pretty much look like a mess for the eye, but inside me I feel like a million bucks. Standing there makes me realize that if I feel good about myself, life will threat me nice. As the bus station crowds up I still stand there, trying to look while the sun is shining on me. Oh, there it is. The bus is here, I go on and thats the end.

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