Drown away your sorrows beneath your feet. What was here yesterday can not be beat. You may run in fear of what is to come, or you can face your fear like a mighty plum. Fearless and greatful and cunning and smooth what is it that he hasn't had to proove. When will my days in peril come to an end my awnser lies just around the bend.
Pinnaples
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
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