In the expectation of some conjugation of verbs
I walk slowly run to the window and look outside
on the street for some.
Grammar puts its spell on me
inaction cannot dwell in me
I look again to find some sympathy and all I see
is fast cars on the autobahn
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Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 4:45 AM UTC
In the expectation of some conjugation of verbs
I walk slowly run to the window and look outside
on the street for some.
Grammar puts its spell on me
inaction cannot dwell in me
I look again to find some sympathy and all I see
is fast cars on the autobahn
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Is,are, a fast car,cars?
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