I could sing that all night. Cry all night, too, if I did, I'm sure.
Monday, January 25, 2010
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- hair
- in memoriam J.D.S.
- pizza!
- I don't mean to suggest
- let me see your sushi roll
- surely she's joking
- beer!
- reminiscence
- if all is going well
- mi mancha firenze
- there is no good reason
- tuesday night
- glory in the flower
- vs. the mountain
- new historicism
- evidence
- farewell, naughties
- ?!
- blood, boiling
- oh by gosh
- stop your life
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