She hangs her head and cries on my shirt She must be heart very badly Tell
me what's making you sadly Open your door don't hide in the dark You're lost in the dark you can trust
me 'cause you know that's how it must be Lisa Lisa, sad Lisa Lisa.
There is nothing
in the world, I think,
better to listen to, than rain on a tin roof,
while lying wrapped warm in bed, for
/> that is where I lie.
Today I walked to work with no jacket on, just myself, my music, my phone and a cable
car ticket. I walked through town observing almost nothing. I wonder. Trying not to see, trying not to be seen, trying only
to get where I am going.
One of the day workers has left, gone to greener pastures, and I think how nice that
would be. I like green, for somehow it manages to maintain a cleaner appearance than grey.
The end.
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