domingo, 2 de septiembre de 2012


 

I always run, but never walk.
I have a bed, but I don't sleep.
I have a mouth, but I don't eat.






You hear my sound, 
You feel me when I move,
But see me you never will.




The more I dry, 
The wetter I get






What has to be broken before you can use it? 
























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