today,
all day
hand on crutch
eyes on a distant dream.
the soundtrack of our lives:
http://www.mp3.com/albums/1177/summary.html
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...It`s snowing, the boy said. He looked at the sky. A single gray flake sifting down.He caught it in his hand and watched it expire there like the last host of christendom. (From Corman McCarthy, THE ROAD)
today,
all day
hand on crutch
eyes on a distant dream.
the soundtrack of our lives:
http://www.mp3.com/albums/1177/summary.html
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