As we hurry away to the end, my friend,
Of this sad little farce called existence,
We are sure that the future will bring one thing,
And that is the grave in the distance.
And so when our lives run along all wrong,
And nothing seems real or certain,
We can comfort ourselves with the thought (or not)
Of that spectre behind the curtain.
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Thursday, September 21, 2006
Clean up time
I have a lot of links most don't link back. I don't mind sending you traffic......where's mine. I will slowly be dropping links that don't link back here. Just cleaning up not getting a big head. Just a kiss now and then is all I want.
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