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by adrian » Wed Oct 28, 2009 10:51 am
i'd like to just leave work right now, drive down to panama city beach to margaritaville, eat some great food, pay WAY too much for some good mixed drinks and landsharks, and listen to Jimmy all day
why can't we all just be rich?
Last night 'twas witching Hallowe'en
Dearest; an apple russet- brown
I pared, and thrice above my crown
Whirled the long skin; they watched in keen;
I flung it far; they laughed and cried me shame
Dearest, there lay the letter of your name!