Thursday, March 09, 2006

ANAGRAMS (63)

My arms grew longer
Yet I can't reach it
My feet grew stronger
Yet I can't walk away from it.
Nor can I die for it
Although I've grown older.
Guess I was born for it
But I can't live it.
No, I can't even leave it.

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