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10-29-2007, 06:26 AM
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waaaaaaa :)
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Autumn
foggy but colourful
 wet and cold  fallen leaves (with some guitars and a... it's a turkey they got in that car?... and a hac in a pool or something and a weird party and all that, mmh why not?  )Toast autumn  |
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10-29-2007, 06:51 AM
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 Last edited by T.I.P. : 10-29-2007 at 11:22 AM. Reason: eta: scroll all the way to the right...it's fun ! |
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10-29-2007, 06:56 AM
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left hanging
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six months away but what the heck?
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10-29-2007, 07:05 AM
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waaaaaaa :)
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^oops sorry, I forgot the Southern Hemisphere... and the tropical regions which got only dry/wet season for that matter
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10-29-2007, 07:19 AM
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balancing actor
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10-29-2007, 07:50 AM
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10-29-2007, 09:29 AM
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left hanging
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don't feel sorry for us - we got spring!
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11-07-2007, 12:59 AM
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The Fall Comes
All you see that moment is the sheen Reflected off his golden coat, his tongue A noisy comma added in between Two panting moments, then taken from among Them in the next; his clear and following eyes Light up unshaded in the summer light That fills the western window like goodbyes Fill lyric verse; and all the world is bright As those two quivering tears that stand unshed As she takes in what you are shocked you've said. And then the tears are gone: her hand around The champagne flute is steady, and the soft sound She makes to call the dog is calm. She turns, They leave, the fall comes, and your life burns.
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