Sunday, March 20, 2016

100 Bottles Of Beer On The Wall...

Up on the shelf,
Boxes of myself...

The box marked "Past",
For which I can only long...

The box marked "Present",
To be ready, to be strong...

The box marked "Future",
It's an unwritten song...

All beyond what I can know,
Lined up there, in a row...

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