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Tuesday, August 13, 2002



it'll be any day now,
up from the grass to burst yellow forth,
pushing up roses,
coming up roses underneath,

and,
as the soldiers heed the call,
you let the weather bring you down,

before the sun rises i,
get up my eyes and go to sleep,
and its still flailing,
showering,
splash through,
the puddles don't seem that deep,

under a dark and glowing hillside,
somewhere green,
somewhere warm,
life is teeming, going on,
forests come, forests go,

under a darkened, growing hillside,
somewhere green,
somewhat warm,
life is teeming, growing on,
forests come and forests go.



oh look! this old kitty

marmarouladen is
soooo happy there is
a big-screen version of The A-Team
currently in production!

and also happy
the breeders are on last call!

i have returned with a
fare tail.

a very kind friend gave me his
Propellerheads' Reason shirt.

deal is,
i gatta write the
fellow a song.

fair enough.