Wednesday, December 29, 2010


A walk down the cobbled streets...
Where memory belongs to the present,
And the eternal presence of the present...
All that I want!
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  1. AtomicGittenJanuary 4, 2011 at 5:52 AM

    Having just paid a visit to my alma mater I can totally relate to this poem. I like the overlapping of time in the verse. Cheers :)

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