New country, old story
Today is one of those days when I feel like giving up, for want of pity.
Lick, soak in self-pity, but get out before you drown.
posted by Wanderer @ Tuesday, July 29, 2008
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Let's Travel, Be Free.
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams - William Butler Yeats
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get a girl
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