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"She was a junkie for the written word; lucky for me, I manufactured her drug of choice."

17 August 2003

To my TC03 folk, this about sums it up [some artistic license taken]:


I miss the warm, I miss the sun
I miss the great lake, I miss everyone
I miss the bridges that span across the bay
Tonight it seems like ages ago

- sixpence none the richer, 'a million parachutes'



Posted by: Jon / 11:23 PM
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