Monday, October 01, 2007

I love you so dearly
I love you so clearly
I wake you up in the morning to tell you
I got the wandering blues

I'm gonna quit these ramblin' ways.

Soon.

The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs.







Talking without speaking.

A graceful exit.





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