Naked feet dance with blades of grass.
stuff written by jg
T H E M E S
alphabet fishing
creek songs or love strummed through the leaves
fruit
the whale
Friday, September 12, 2008
O
I'd like to think I can count on you
Or maybe I'm starting to start getting there
I really don't want to get let down
So don't let me fall into that scene.
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