Sunday, April 11, 2010
SITTING IN A SOFT CHAIR
WITHOUT LIFES CARE
WITH A BLINKING STARE
DOES ME TO SCARE
GHOST OF WHITE
iT GIVES A FRIGHT
THERE IT STANDS
WITH ONE HAND
WITH A BOX FOR ME
WITHOUT LIFES CARE
WITH A BLINKING STARE
DOES ME TO SCARE
GHOST OF WHITE
iT GIVES A FRIGHT
THERE IT STANDS
WITH ONE HAND
WITH A BOX FOR ME
