I yearn for the historic buildings
The classy accents
The well-dressed students
The snow in the winter.
This beach town is not
good for the likes of me.
Everyone's too friendly,
Everyone's tongue is a little too busy.
Friday, February 27, 2009
February 23rd, 2009
Poem by Anonymous at 2:09 AM
Labels: life, photography, poem
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