To the end of the world
I got my thombs in the air
no car dare to stop - the snow is making my jacket wet
not even white. Im freezing and I need food
my feet hurts and it's been a long walk
- too long to stop now.
I made a deal with whom I dont remember
I make a promiss to walk to the end of the world
for allways
Poetry by Adeleine
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Written on 2008-01-18 at 09:17
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