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Sunday, October 16, 2016

pigs don't fly

fleamarket...but everybody has wings and everybody falls,
we need a brake on coming down

"You know that I care what happens to you And I know that you care for me too So I don't feel alone Of the weight of the stone Now that I've found somewhere safe To bury my bone And any fool knows a dog needs a home A shelter from pigs on the wing" :



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