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Thursday, September 23, 2010
thoughts in a jazz alley
I don't know if love is transient but I can say honestly that it certainly isn't scarce. I fall in love with several things or people every day.
Trading our hard earned cash for a dirty drink and a good time is what we do
Its not news if no one is being killed.
At the end of the night, as long as you car isn't gone there is nothing to worry about.
April 7, 2010
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S¥DNEY SMITH
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