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My Father Is A Farmer

..and we work work work the day away.

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Hey

I'm sure my words no longer hold any meaning for you. But I really hope that one day, we'll be able to share a shred of normalcy once again.

Is that a too selfish a request?

Have grown a bit, methinks. I know more now than I did then. I have to right my wrongs. Can I at least have that, please?

Righto, off to my first paper then.

Please let it be a good one.

This entry was posted by tsh, on Friday, August 12, 2005. You can bitch back.

say it