Saturday, July 9, 2011


I can't write, no way. I do walk all day. Anso'
In the wee of the morning, some days. I peck out my thoughts before I go. Anso'
Never knowing that night what came out, to stay. Anso'
I leave you with this thought today.
Treat yourself to a good chance with a stroll. Give your body some love and go, round the block to get those juices to flow. Anso'. Love yourself, anso'

Where am I, and who is this Guy? Anso'?

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