The long drives, stuffed in the back seat of our Pink Rambler, in between two sisters is where I learned the art of throwing daggers with my eyes and how many songs can be sung with words like 'this' and 'that', causing the tongue to shoot in the direction of whichever sister you were mad at the time with. All the while, having an excuse in the lyrics of the song. All that, and plethora more...
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Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Separate Paths
They are walking separate paths
He has his hang out
She has her own
His friends are not her friends
Talk between them is all business
The endearing words are long forgotten
Rule book says that's not the way it should be
But then rules can be hard to follow
Where will they go from here
Where is the happy ever after
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