In the veins of America, the sweet blossom blooms
In the heart of America, the gasoline fumes
In the brain of America, the near end looms
In the anal of America, the president's of dooms
It dawned upon him at the ripe age of 33 with a nearing winter that he was dead. Dead among other ghosts in the kingdom of dead where child are born and relatives buried. With the Sammy Davis Jr's 'Candyman can' ringing in his head he- in vain - tried to find a love with the girl of his dead dreams.
Merkintä? No, joo. Tolta 'tikkimieheltä' ei oo tullut vastausta mun sähköpostiviestiini. Olen siis sähköpostiaddikti. Vähintäin yksi viesti päivässä pitää mielen hyvänä.