06-12-03

PUSHKAR SUNSET POINT

Monday morning, sitting in the sun
Hoping and wishing for the mail to come.
Tuesday, never got a word,
Wednesday, Thursday, ain't no sign,
Drank a half a bottle of iodine. (what the hell might that be...)
Friday, woe is me
Gonna hang my body from the highest tree.
Why don't you write me ? (P.S.)
 

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Pushkar...smells like teen spirit

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