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Thursday, September 06, 2007

Having left Whiting

So many years ago that frigid January night
Just me, you, and some other lost souls
The wind surrounding us with your stink
Gone, I can never forget you dear Whiting

Posted by Marie at September 6, 2007 12:32 AM

Comments

Yeah. The butt end of Gary. And that's saying something.

Posted by: Dan at September 6, 2007 12:11 PM