Down and out, it can't be helped but there's a lot of it about. With, without. And who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about? Out of the way, it's a busy day, I've got things on my mind. For the want of the price of tea and a slice the old man died.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Scenes from a Commute
Those photos are fine, it's the world that's blurry in the morning.
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I can believe that. Mornings do feel a little fuzzy.
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I can believe that. Mornings do feel a little fuzzy.
After lunch can be blurry too, and then I forget to leave my name.
Depending on what happens, much of the day has the chance of being blurry.
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