Wednesday, May 28, 2003
When everything happens for a reason.
The fire.
The loss.
The excuse.
The glance.
(Predilection.)
The call.
The walk.
The rain.
The prize.
(And lack there of.)
Who I saw standing in the sun.
Waiting for a letter, waiting for a bell.
Counting down the minutes. (Yeah, I did it all.)
It comes so naturally.
I skipped the punch and cookies.
The fire.
The loss.
The excuse.
The glance.
(Predilection.)
The call.
The walk.
The rain.
The prize.
(And lack there of.)
Who I saw standing in the sun.
Waiting for a letter, waiting for a bell.
Counting down the minutes. (Yeah, I did it all.)
It comes so naturally.
I skipped the punch and cookies.
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