Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Once again we recreate the good times
On our blank canvases
We are picking up the pieces
We are running round in circles.
It's not a trifle to hear you laugh
To see you cry
If you'll get to wipe
Away those tears dear
I'll see about some coffee.
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