Some of my
friends die young,
all of my
enemies live to
a well-rewarded,
ripe old age,
it seems.
Random thoughts and poems (and photographs) written in the grammatical tense "Future Imperfect".
David Horton
Some of my
friends die young,
all of my
enemies live to
a well-rewarded,
ripe old age,
it seems.
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