Forgive Me
- Maybe the nutter on the bus?
I'm not too sure what mental picture this conjures up for you.
For me, maybe it is the nutter on the bus.
"Forgive me for breathing." he said.
"Forgive me for breathing."
He leant on my shoulder,
And blew in my ear.
"It's not something I control."
"It's the only kind of living I know."
"Forgive me for breathing." he said.
Category: "Life"
Written by Keith Lambell, September 12th 2002
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