here at the frontier, there are falling leaves. although my neighbours are all barbarians, and you, you are a thousand miles away, there are always two cups on my table.
Saturday 23 April 2005
crazy thought
this morning I had the craziest thought:
WHAT IF?!
i guess only time will tell.
like maybe
'Neath the cover of October skies And all the leaves on the trees are falling
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