And a fighter by his trade.
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him
'til he cried out in his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving,"
but the fighter still remains.
21 September 2007
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your story is seldom told...
motly because your blog is set to private, i think.
Lie luh-lie.
Lie luh-lie lie lie luh-lie, lie luh-lie.
Lie luh-LIE lie lie luh-lie luh-luh-luh-lie lie.
I helped.
how sad is it that i had to sing along with your 'luh-lies' to make sure that you had it right?
That's it. You're moving to Tulsa to be my best friend.
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