There is the cold outside ,
There is the fog on the road .
There is an aeroplane's flight
People are going abroad .
There is the cold quick breeze,
There is the blue atop ;
There is the fragrance of chicken
There is the melody of pop.
There is a man like me
There is a girl like her,
There is a day like that day ,
There is the same blunder .
Thursday, May 20, 2010
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