That old man does not harm, he does not hurt, he is not armed.
Old and hurt, broken and confused. That face is one of a weak and down-trodden once-despot; his regal attire in taters.
One eye blind and one eye crazy, he is weak and he knows it.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
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