and theres worse to come.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
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Empty hours spent combing the streets, In day-time showers they've become my beat, As I walk from Cafe to bar, I wish I knew where you are, Because you've clouded my mind, And now I'm all out of time.
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Nothing contraversial here then!
Nah, nowt contri...contre....cuntri...thingy at all
very good got, some adverts on abode i cant publish them what with being blonde an all, will try an e mail them to you
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