White Trash Beautiful
Poetry for Lovers, Adventurers and Philosophers
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Poetry
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
J.B.
“Just like sparrows,
you'll never see one dead.
Must be millions of them,
but you'll hardly ever see one dead.”
“What happens to them?”
“They get over it.”
“Over what?”
“Over being there.”
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