Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Eartha's version of Ne Me Quitte Pas.
like no day has been or will be again
we'll sail on the sun we'll ride on the rain
we'll talk to the trees and worship the wind
Then if you go I'll understand
Leave me just enough love to fill up my hand
if you go away
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"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.




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