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Monday, August 31, 2009

A cliché for 23 August

I've got roses behind me
and stars up above
got nightfall before me
and nothin' to love

but the ocean, the sky
not a thing on my mind
but the clear blue breeze
at my side
Posted by Agent Jellie at 11:35 PM

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