Friday, July 04, 2008

Get Me A Gun

One day, when the air sports a 35 degree heat wave, when that happens, the air is still bearable cool, and when it brushes my face, I'l say...

"Miss, I got what I really went for."

And tomorrows' paper will read Sixty-three degrees and cloudy in a suburban neighbourhood. That's when you know that I got my old revenge.

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