Fly!Why are you just sitting there?
Why don't you spread your wings, fly out of the window, sit down on that beatiful neighbours lap and make her cry of happiness?
That's what I should do.
If it was'nt for this wheelchair...
And then again: It isn't about me.
- Or my tender feelings for you...
Poetry by Leif H T Strand
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Written on 2006-09-13 at 18:15
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