you hear my whines, my complains, my grumbles
you let me speak my mind & listen to all my grandmother stories
you are never quick to shoot me down whenever i got my dumb ideas
you listen them well, listen them good
then you speak
you speak of gentleness, of wisdom
you speak well that i can comprehend
you always have reference to whatever you tells me of
and i have to admit it makes plenty of sense to all my non-sense
Friday, August 10, 2007
A bomb fell into my wallet and.. BOOM!
and it's still written by
CHENjinguo
at
8:39 AM
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