Whatever happens to strike my fancy, but surely some sort of fiber content.
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I don't know who you are, but thank you for posting the beautiful lyrics, and making sure that there is a trace left behind. You're right, it does hurt terribly.
By Omigosh. The man was a month younger than my son. I can only imagine the pain. May his family and friends be comforted, and know that God is holding them in the palm of His hand.
oh bess dear, Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] Friday, August 07, 2009  James Franklin Kaye July 12 1985 August 5 2009 It's a lesson too late for the learnin' Made of sand, made of sand In the wink of an eye my soul is turnin' In your hand, in your hand Are you going away with no word of farewell Will there be not a trace left behind I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind. by tom paxton Oh God, it hurts. posted by Bess | 6:16 AM |
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