- the sign was you / who pushed the stick / through the fence /standing offence / a butterfly taps a gainst the window /we do the pony / somewhere between the blues and hip-hop/
Showing posts with label our first born reach twenty yrs. /we bend our heads / it is 1982. Show all posts
Showing posts with label our first born reach twenty yrs. /we bend our heads / it is 1982. Show all posts
Thursday, June 4, 2009
WHERE AREYOU going my ancient lover/ eyes and arms reach out to me
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