Friday, September 10, 2010

It was one hundred degrees

as we sat beneath a willow tree
whose tears didn't care
they just hung in the air,
and refused to fall, to fall.
 






And you can't find nothing at all
if there was nothing there
all along.
There were churches, theme parks and malls,
but there was nothing there all along.


Crooked Teeth by Death Cab For Cutie

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