Be, for a brief moment
What makes
Drums and heartbeats
Blood, motion.
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I've been thinking too much about how to say it, rather than about what I see, and what to say about that.
NPR's about Baltimore's Round Robin tour. Check it out. http://tinyurl.com/8yzemh
Can't use the colloquial "my friend(s)" anymore because that McCain jerk ruined it for all of us.
is exhausted after a big first day at the new job. The passport pic is always good for a laughing early impression, but I am me, after all.
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