My pen just ran out of ink, hope that's okay. I'm typing on a Gateway, dreaming of more, but that's okay. I hope you don't mind that my pen's out of ink. It's better that way. Can't even find the address, where to send the lyrics. A fight with my whole love, no, won't happen a second time. Stimulus package, well the news still deserves my time.
The rest can have each other, and the end.
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Friday, May 8, 2009
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