Like garbage, forgotten to be taken out.
Remembered -
half hazardly tossed to the dumpster
A recepticle for waste -
the excess
the unwanted
the left overs
You used what you liked, as you pleased.
Disregard me.
Dispose of me.
Are you finished?
After all this time - who knew it would be you?
Wouldn't the work have been worth it?
I guess not, if trash is all you get for your work.
So I sit, up to here in trash.
Friday, July 29, 2005
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Thanks guys!
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