Monday, May 25, 2009

Change is as good
As a heartache
Buy a ticket to get
Out of space
Carry the blues
Read the daily news
Plastered on
The front page

People stop and stare
Celebrity auctionares
Disaster wears
A happy face
Practise what you do
It's so up and down to you
Turn over to
The lastest rage

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