when skies are gray
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
So often it seems that its when I'm at my most sensible that people are least likely to listen to me.
Moon, June, swoon, spoon, Rocky Raccoon.
Catch more bees with poems, I guess, really better at the cold reason. Doesn't sell.
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