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A whistle sings a sweet song
And the birds come one by one -
i just lie there the vision begins to go,
There are many like me... Look over you're shoulder... You never know. -
I woke up this morning to a nice 65 degrees in my bedroom. So naturally, I knew it would be beautiful outside; probably a good 45, maybe 50 degrees.
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Pinpricks puncture marvellous murkiness; tunnels in the barriers,by VoltaicHypnosis 33 lines, 1 comment, on Mar 20 11:46 AM 2008. In Contest, Contemporary, Cat, Hunter, Mouse, Life
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