We left it too late to have children. But we still let the cool breeze rush through our trees. And through our windows.
We left it too late to have children. But we still let the cool breeze rush through our trees. And through our windows.
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What’s that from?
Tom / 9:37pm / 20 January 2009
That’s what I want to know.
jane / 10:56pm / 20 January 2009
It’s from my friend the poet.
Ryan / 11:24pm / 20 January 2009