A long draw in the mirror,
Reveals weakened muscles,
Tired lines,
Pale skin.
Reviewing the damage
Of all things,
Pointless patterns,
Baggage carried
Way too far.
Less than four weeks,
What to bring forward,
Must lay it all out,
Lighten my load.
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
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I hear what you say, I have same feelings, same reflection, but 19 more weeks to carry baggage. Hang in there, just a little more, just a short distance and you'll be at the finish line. And in 19 weels you'll meet me there.
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