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Love From The Gutter
Wish You Were Here
Monday, August 27, 2007
sometimes
When you don't stand on the floor,
you fall through the air.
Sometimes.
When little people live in glass houses.
They aren't strong enough to carry stones.
So they use toy guns.
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