when i sing she doesn't care;
when i whistle she looks at me expectantly
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Sunday, September 09, 2007
Written in dirt, using a finger...
...on the back of a large truck on the 210 North yesterday at about one o'clock: "Good afternoon Ladies! Please could you flash me. It is my birthday today."
one starving musician came by to say: Classy! I wonder if it worked?
ReplyDeletej.e.