She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes, and I knew without asking she was into the blues. She wore scarlet begonias, tucked into her curls. I knew right away she was not like other girls - Grateful Dead, 1974
söndag 21 november 2010
Fy bubblan
Nu ær jag mør, trøtt och less. Kænns som att det ær en jækla massa arbetsdagar kvar innan frihet. Suck.
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