Oh, Hi; Have You Met Gina?
Almost all of the atmosphere is nitrogen,And nobody cares. Almost all of the people
Who plod the earth are dull. They are not
Worth the time it would take someone,
Like me, to listen to what they thought
They had to say. You, I believed, would
Be different. You weren't. You are
Nitrogen, nothing at all to me now.
She is the air I need to breathe.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2010-04-26 at 17:45
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