The fiddler, he now steps to the road/He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed/On the back of the fish truck that loads/While my conscience explodes.
posted by jairaj at Wednesday, May 06, 2009
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
The fiddler, he now steps to the road/He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed/On the back of the fish truck that loads/While my conscience explodes.
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3 Comments:
ha ha - yes story of my life - at the moment
ha ha - yes story of my life - at the moment
Pity they took down that site at the University of Monash.
J.A.P.
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