The burn-time
Science
Contests
182 Paratroopers are lost and now are in the water
and speak French
Ineffective
To Mother, We fired across the bridge and watched the tanks turn into commuter cars
The Light-ups and captures
the Path
They all sing
Lines are down, down, down
Coming daylight
in Pyramidtown
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Saturday, April 18, 2009
284 miles (approximately)
Various stars align in abstention
The King and Queen
The Wind and The Soil
Here is your stake
Upon a mountain
Upon Hope
Upon time and the waxing and waning
Your miles of miles and miles
Your red/white
A mention of boys and girls and cars
All of it is centrally located
Here and nowhere else
I learned 3 new chords for you
I made them up and taught myself
I cursed myself
I drowned
The King and Queen
The Wind and The Soil
Here is your stake
Upon a mountain
Upon Hope
Upon time and the waxing and waning
Your miles of miles and miles
Your red/white
A mention of boys and girls and cars
All of it is centrally located
Here and nowhere else
I learned 3 new chords for you
I made them up and taught myself
I cursed myself
I drowned
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