October 2010
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Sunday is gloomy, My hours are slumberless, Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers will never awaken you Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you Angels have no t
Just the other day I saw a kid Who flipped his hat to the back and he called it a lid You know what else he did? He stacked books from the floor to the ceiling Said somethin bout trying to get to heav