& that's really that. It's going to be 2008 soon.enough.im stuck at home with the construction people hammering outside,blue skies,quiet mornings,tress rustling.
and then-
it's no way to spend new year's eve.
i'll just dance with myself until the moon comes around.
I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about. And she's got everything that I have to live without.
posted by star-dusted filled words. @ 7:01 PM
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