My darling, my tormented Vincent, Why did you allow your heart to deny the final truth, Still as a breath held as a sigh, Still as a heart that denies The final truth, the breaking news, On the edge of a moment Where we hope and we pray That there's still time.
'EAR! 'EAR!!!
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I'll get me coat...;-)
Hahaha!! You are so funny! Btw, I was just listening to your podcast. I LOVE your accent! (it's sexy..)
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ReplyDeleteSeemed like there always used to be, I'm not so sure anymore though. Well, I'm sure there is time for a few more camping trips.
Speaking of which, when will you be returning to Spirit Doings?
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