Monday, October 17, 2011

Meanwhile, Marvin plans ...


















    ... and dancing by his latest rhythm. Light changes in a way. Nope.
   I'' never be this way. He saw Ray, once. He came and start playing
some notes and one after the other show him each place. That's nice.
I really need a party. A drink. Tell them a nice lie, for a while. A poem.

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