Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Saturday, May 28, 2005
She hit the bottle
Happy ever after
I never thought we'd work it out
When you're at the bottom
The sound of laughter
Is always over your head.
When you are flying
It's so easy to see.
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