Musings of Doogans
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
He is as you see him now. At first he was grateful, though gratitude shifts like the sun. Mother doesnt want her son to leave her. She hides the key to the memorable. Or kinky. I smiled and raised an inspired finger.
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