intense interest in
what you do all day how your
hours while away
waiting for the one
he would've moved for if she
had only asked him
deeper the valley
higher the mountain better
the view from the top
fresh green sap rush up
spiral thrust down spread out now
take root bloom like mad
the melody brings
me back to backseats when the
sun was clean & hot
you thought what i thought
our eyes meet flicker flicker
i thought what you thought
make me laugh so hard
i want to put you in my
pocket forever
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
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37 is dirty
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