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12/10/2009 04:15 a.m.

for all you know, i could fizzle out and accomplish my dream of living in
nowhere somewhere and just plain doing cartwheels all day. you could
be an old old man with back aches and sinus pains for all i know, by that
point, and i'll still be pretty little miss no-humdrum with a notion all for
doing cartwheels in the middle of nowhere somewhere.

you might just dig it mighty mighty, might just -- give me green old
grass (any sort) any old day and i'll give it to you right on back. give me
every time you've ever told me you've ever wished you could even just
play an instrument because there's songs way down deep in your
innards and i'll give you every little dance i've ever done to the way
you swap my hips astray.

no lie, love-dove babycakes, it's true you've never seen an ocean when
you isn't on the run, i believe you through and through, that's fine, no lie.





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