This Space For Rent
No guitars, no complaints about anything or anyone.
No bikes. No nothing.
Maybe tomorrow.
No guitars, no complaints about anything or anyone.
No bikes. No nothing.
Maybe tomorrow.
Monday, June 06, 2005
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