Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Maybe different

But remember,
Winters warm where you and I,
Kissing whiskey by the fire,
With the snow outside.

And when the summer comes,
The river swims at midnight,
shiver cold,
Touch the bottom you and I,
With muddy toes.

That's right. I'm quoting Dave Matthews Band. What of it?

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