I was in bumpy darkness
There across the roadway, there across the river
Slowly he would cruise the neighbourhood
Among all the legs I knew
The baby was finally named
The hardest thing in this world is to live in it
You'll be sorry for what you've said
Now take this granite bowl
We've had our rations for today, it's down in black and white
You felt ill this afternoon, because you're getting better
Wednesday, 4 July 2007
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