Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Disclamer
That last post in no way reflects my feelings for Benjamin Dobson. I just am not creative enough. I'll find something more interesting to write about. Because I have some ridiculous stories!
When I was little I used to sit on a log at the end of my driveway and tell myself stories until my dad came home from work. I'm attempting to get to that point again.
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