A Foreigner
A Foreigner He speaks to me in a foreign tounge, He says I make him remember the times he had when he was young. I spoke to him to learn of a new place, but now he's given me a friend with a new face. He says me not believing in my beauty is just a form of denial. I ask him questions every day He gives me answers and tells me things in aussie slang to say. He lives in a wonderful world far from here. My never reaching there is his only fear. I want to go there, but i don't know why. The reasons would probably consist of the beauty of the place, and the animals, but sadly, not the guy. It seems to me that ist a land of oz and fairy tales. It has all kinds of animals that roam the land, and in the ocean, many kinds of sharks and whales. And so I end my tale of the one so far out there. If he's really there, i wonder where. Kristina Hoeller Allentown Pa Written June 28th, 2001 © on Jun 27 2001 05:35 PM PST 0 • 10
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"A Foreigner..."