søndag 12. februar 2012

Nowhere to go but out, Nowhere to come but back...



Nothing to do but work,
Nothing to eat but food,
Nothing to wear but clothes
To keep one from going nude.


Nothing to breathe but air,
Quick as a flash 't is gone;
Nowhere to fall but off,
Nowhere to stand but on.

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