Winterscore ©
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Here at the daily grind
Here at the daily grind
Searching for my escape
My heart, it wants to fly
My soul its waving cape
Like a kite and its tail
Like a bee pollinates
To be off and flying
Not wrestling with the fates
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