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since 17 March 2007
There were two glasses and two chairs
And two people with the one pulse
(Somebody stopped the moving stairs)
Time was away and somewhere else.
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- there's something weepy about this morningthe rain...
- chasing cars; snow patrol
- the new name's nua.
- tonight was a nice reprieve from eveythingand ever...
- the pool was tough enough, after the past few days...
- Is love a tender thing? It is too rough,Too rude, ...
- she stares down at her feet as the rain pools arou...
- there is nothing i can say that can make this any ...
- you can hear a sample of the music by corrinne may...
- Meeting pointLouis Macneice (1907-1963)Time was aw...
- the world is too small--the new girlfriendof the o...
- he found her, in the middle of the ocean.and that,...
- "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" I wandered lonely ...
- . . . usually words come easilybut this time, let ...
- why, oh why does scofield have to be perpetually s...
- :) moment of clarity.i see right through you.hate ...
- the piano piece is utterly too romanticfor the moo...
- pip pipand too soon its time to lay me down to res...
- the sun creeps up as i creep into that beautiful l...
- nothing poetic to write really, just musing on thi...
- decadent living, decadent sleeping.hoo hoo, today ...
- if not for anything else,go and download espisode ...
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