one of those days
Walking down the road with my thumb out
nobody stopping but the sun’s out
trudging along with my back pack
but the cool done run out of my pack sack
I don’t even know if I want it back
it is just one of those days -
one of those days
Walking down the road with my thumb out
nobody stopping but the sun’s out
trudging along with my back pack
but the cool done run out of my pack sack
I don’t even know if I want it back
it is just one of those days -
Teardrops commented on one of those days
02-24-2011
blvdobd2009 commented on one of those days
02-24-2011
02/24/2011
Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.
Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.
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