July 2010
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Sunday
Spill something quickly, you sly devil Oh these ad hoc addictions in the melted melted something. I’ll dance on the sidewalk in these canvas soles. Play me my favorite song, I know you’ve heard it before. You’ve sung it before you got drunk. Before you disappeared into the brunettes. You’re howling at the moon, and I’m howling at my broken toe But there are a lot of things even though you’re...
