Monday, September 16, 2013

When you're not here

This world dies a little when you're not here Flowers cry a little when you're not here The sun's mood darkens a tad little. The office becomes gloomy, a tad little. Eyebrows depress, a tad little Monotony drags time, little by little Ideas get lost, in a mess little This office feels lonely, a tad little. The stairwell gets dizzy, the elevators limp The yellow ceiling light becomes a tad bit dim So you see, it all becomes very very grim. This place misses your big wide grin. So come back, my dear, my funny quirky man. We'll make rainbows and play, as much as we can.

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