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The pages flip around me every rustle of the paper Is loud and constant. I sigh and count slowly each page turning onetwo three fourfivesixseven eight nineteneleven twelve thirteen. Its a smooth melody of boredom.
ashlnew added this comment 2011-11-02 11:01:56-05:00
Reminds me of something I would do. Sit in a room, flipping through pages of a book. I like it. The words were a fnishing touch to wonderfulnes. Love it Stevie!
ashlnew added this comment 2011-11-02 11:01:56-05:00
Reminds me of something I would do. Sit in a room, flipping through pages of a book. I like it. The words were a fnishing touch to wonderfulnes. Love it Stevie!