And you can't smoke in any of this coffee places...I'm pretty sure coffee was invented by people who were smoking anyways. And they just wanted to invent something so they can stay up late and SMOKE FUCKIN' MORE! That's my theory. Just ask me or Columbo, he'll back me up on this one.» Denis Leary

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Sometimes you want to go

Where everybody knows your name,
and they're always glad you came.
You wanna be where you can see,
our troubles are all the same
You wanna be where everybody knows
Your name.

1 comment:

L. said...

ola lebre

Deixo aqui o link para o meu novo blog de poesia, “uma só vida?...”
Vou postar por lá a minha poesia toda, entre 1995 e 2008

Acrescentei lá o teu link, estou a tentar juntar o máximo de blogs de poesia em português

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