Fragmented they come
Bits.
Pieces.
Line by line.
Droplets.
Complete train, I cannot form
Little.
Crumbs.
Word by word.
Dribbles.
They come and they go
Forgotten.
Skipped.
Part by part.
Lost.
It is a waste really.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
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