A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond.
The sound of half a duck quacking.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Every single day Oh the sideline and cliché Drive-byes and driveways Goodbyes and and you say You didn't ever do What you promised I hope that I could never need To hold you like I do Wash the words away And you're left staring Down the sink hole.
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