Monday, September 17, 2007
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Different note? Chain dangling around your neck? Hill far away stood an old rugged cross, the emblem of suffering and shame? Drunk? Rant?
No bell choir. I got too many things jugglin' in the air to add another one. :-(
Drlobo: Couldn't tell ya. My nose was to my own grindstone all the livelong day. (chuckle) Do tell.
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Drlobo: Couldn't tell ya. My nose was to my own grindstone all the livelong day. (chuckle) Do tell.
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