Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Distraction

You're standing there,
Talking to the girl of your dreams.
Then you notice the planes come in,
People start screaming.
The planes start to drop bombs,
There's fire everywhere,
Buildings are crashing down around you,
Everyone around you is dying,

The only thing you say to the girl is-

"I'll be your distraction."

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