The Gone Fishing Book

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Ash to ash

Time stood still, but the clocks did turn.
Didn't age like wine, Didn't become wise.
Like cigarettes, the days did burn.
Nor from the ashes did phoenices rise.
Posted by The Gigster on 1/10/2007

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