But is there a life for me over there?
I woke up to my questions;
My tall Chinese friend in my dream was the voice of reason.
He sat there and listened
And packed up some luggage,
I started to tell him about the flan that wouldn't turn over;
But he doesn't like restaurants and was suspicious I was avoiding -
Is there a life for me over there?
I awoke before responding.
Sunday, November 26, 2006
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