Steady your ears, steady your ears and read my lips
Poetry is not a luxury, it's how I break this home
And when I'm really ill, won't you cradle me?
Man is not a noble animal but maybe woman is....
filed under: a song a day
or so the story goes .::: .: :.:. :.: ... ::: :. .::. .: :. ::. on Sunday, July 06, 2008
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