Monday, 16 March 2009

Posted by PicasaTim! all tangled up in cob webby tears? I walk this beach every day like my great aunt Amy but never realized it was you, that big over coat like a detective, lets walk the beach, back and forth, back and forth, making a furrow in the soft sand, Tim! hold my hand and we'll sing a song, a song about Spring, the tide will come in and then we will all, be, the same,no pain just the ripples as the sea meets the sand, hold my hand, now a fish, not a de, tec, tive.

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