Winter is on it's wayA Poem by BeanA commentary on the passage of time"Time heal's all wounds" F**k you Time heals nothing It brings wrinkles, grey hair, biological ticking time devices we wear our baggage in colorful ( knockoff ) designer bags wool peacoats and self made bright knit scarfs protecting vulnerable soft supple secrets © 2008 Bean |
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Added on November 20, 2008 |

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