paperback writer
woke up with it in my head
Flitted through my dreams again last night; like flipping pages, searching for a verse or phrase to calm my frayed nerves. I'm dog paddling against a tsunami but I don't know what it means or why it's happening. I'm antsy. Is this what getting older feels like? ![]() FIN. 11:51 a.m., Friday, Mar. 13, 2009 |
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flipping pages
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