söndag 11 december 2011


I have lived for 100 years
People ask me how
They wonder if its because
Swift of my hand
The curve of my hips
Influence of the land
Not eating chips
I could tell them they were right
But how could i know
That the turn of my head
The Sweeping of my leg
The use of a hammer
Whats keeping me here

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