A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond.
The sound of half a duck quacking.
Saturday, May 28, 2005
100% Huggable
Was she tired Of your lifeless paranoia Well she tried But you had that cliff coming And you were no siren To be caught on the rocks A ready smile Covers a multitude of sins But a multitude doesn't begin To describe you.
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