As i was going up the stair
i met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today.
I wish, I wish he'd go away!
By Wilson Hughes Mearns (1878-1965)
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Some things we see, some we hope to, and some we are probably never even able to conceive of.
About Me
- MARIANO
- A mostly fictitious spokesperson for a fluke arrangement of mental pathways.
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