Portage Avenue:

a close companion of mine, as of tonight.
My evening ended a little too early, and instead of walking along the beautiful streets of Wolseley, i wandered towards the busyness of Portage, longing for some kind of life.
i finished up a smoke on the corner of Home St. and Portage Ave...
and somehow found solace.

How could you not love a place like this?


Blogger the tapered pant said...


February 02, 2006 2:51 p.m.  

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