those who hear not the music, think the dancers mad.
its a cold and its a broken hallelujah...
Monday, August 23, 2004
I wonder
I often wonder when I'm driving home from work, what the people I see in other cars or on the sidewalk are doing? Why are they out so late at night/early in the morning? And then I wonder if they are wondering the same about me.
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