"Two younger men, parents don't know where they have been. Beat the curfew by a few months ago, strolling around for a nights night. Now could you push a little higher? Catch me when I land. Falling down, cackling, sand gets in the most uncomfortable places. Fond since 12, and they spent all day reminiscing. Now when you go off to higher educations, where will I be left? Do I follow? Do I mutter under my breath? Day dream all night. Will one stay, and we'll fall back in to the midst of locality? Please James, wait up for me."
Saturday, August 8, 2009
What it can become.
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