No bitterness, better than me
No measurement of sour, nor apple pulled off
No old man on a corner talking to himself
No old story
No hurt that hadnít hurt already
No cause for sounding off
No worse than you
No reason for all the things said
No worry, when no one worries, when Iím dead
No reason
No reasonable rhyme
No worries while Iím
No wonder. . . out of time, with
No bitter. . . less. . . than what I left behind


~ ©deeZine ~