Saturday, October 9, 2010

Of birds, bees and butterflies.

What's in a name, what's in my sleepy eyes half the time?  If you would have asked how I was, I'd have said I'm just fine. I know it's best if I move on; let you swim in the wake of this song. If I could've seen to this end, I'd do it all over again.

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