Wednesday, May 11, 2005

I fly mom?
Catch me mom?
but i can't always catch you.
sometime you have to fly on you're own.

Read it to me mom.
what is it.
A clock thing mom.
Okay today i'll read a little while.
Its a nose
on the clock the middle is the nose, the arms are the wings
the numbers ... are numbers
as the wings of time take you into the future, forget the numbers
hold me.
I tired mom.
Me too.


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5/13/05, 5:12 PM  

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