Thursday, July 02, 2009

3 tenses

Rain pours down from clouds, but the words fail to flow out of your weaving thoughts...

Thanks for the well wishes. He had a good run, and that's all we can ask for. RIP:




He was your Elvis, and when your Elvis dies, so does the private lie that someday you will be young once again. (Thanks Tom.)

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