

The Picture of My Dreamslovely fruit!The Picture of My Dreams
meaty chicken!
smooth chocolate spread sandwich!


The New Yearhappy new year, I can honestly say I'm glad I knew you those clouds tonight aren't clouds they're fireworks burnt out for the new yearThe New Year
got tired of carrying around that bag of bricks so come january first, two thousand & six i'm burying it for the new year
(chorus chords)
maybe one of these days i'll learn "auld lang syne" who knows, it could teach me something about the passage of time oh, all the things that aren't mine
i'm losing it i think i've gone and emptied out my bag of tricks come januar


Hearken to the Solemn VoiceAcross the wobbly, grey cobblestone of Chester we trek in search of a wedding dress for Cheryl, who was once my babysitter. I feel eleven again, limber and curious, liable to run.Hearken to the Solemn Voice
Our mothers, after a decade of expensive calls, remain best friends, and just as before trail behind us, the wind pushing bits of their conversation forward, something about one’s bloody husband
or the other’s kids away at university.
The sun comes for brief, polite visits, never staying long. A schoolgirl still in uniform reminds us it is June, holding her ice cream cone by the R
niina
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this is just a papercut.
BUT YOU WERE HERE THREE DAYS AGO!
I SEE YOU!
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some days I'm afflicted with Observation Fever
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some days I'm afflicted with Observation Fever
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