Friday, October 24, 2003

There's a place with a thing that sings a song that says "You're All My Dearest Darlings."
There's a song in my mind swatting flies that sing "I'll never be your friend"
There's a reason that the people with black eyes in their heads don't say "I love you"
There's a hope for tomorrow with a plastic landfill sign that screams "there's always room for more."

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