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It's a sin that somehow light is changing to shadow
And casting its shroud over all we have known
Unaware how the ranks have grown, driven on by a heart of stone
We could find that we're all alone in the dream of the proud

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Story Bone

When does rapier whit become old-man grumpiness?

It's the other "coming of age" story.

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