Wednesday, September 25, 2013

On This Site in 1897 (pt. 2)

Nothing important happened today.
Nothing interesting happened today.
Nothing redeeming happened today.
Nothing even made me smile,
Except my own suspicious nature
As a possible pathological liar.
I would say that today was worthless,
But if I have another day not like this...
Even the ugliest bridges have purpose.

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