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Sifting through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Didn't Even Need Therapy
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The Magic
Crumbling
After a Day of Too Much Sun
Take You Away
To Deliberate
Didn't Even Need Therapy
A Joke, I Suppose
A Fleeting Glimpse
Comfortably Numb
Kinetics
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Tumble and Fall
So You Want to Be a Writer
To Let It Go
On Standing Still
If I Could Come Home
Lackawanna
Like the Way It Likes to Rain
Let It Ring Some More
For a Sunbeam
Through the Bathroom Window
The Buttered Bread
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