Posing with the showers of dust was I
Prancing with the engines of dawn was I
Prancing with the engines of dawn was I
Whistling the tunes of teas was I
Whining for the time to go by was I
Racings the wheels of fortune was I
Ramming against the paper was I
Fluttering the winds of life was I
Flickering the channels of time was I
Aborting the routines of sleep was I
Alarming the reigns of humans was I
Standing under the fiery sun was I
Shivering still in the freezing cold but hold on CAN I??
Ajay Padattil
12/12/07
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