and butterfly tears couldn't soak the sponge of self hope and cry for the world as it gets caught under a fifty foot wave of indifference. oh, how the children laughed when they saw the spume! (and the cats and dogs had long ago fled for the hills) tonight the music box plays top forty from nineteen fifty seven; ten year old record breakers rounding the corner in wool 3/4 length pants. thanks for the inclement weather, the flowers will be that much more alive. yellow that even a blind man could understand.
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