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- People Have Their Hang Ups
- The Funniest Thing In The World
- Only Big People Can
- I Spy
- Stay Clear of the Sky
- Crumbs In A Basket
- One At A Time
- This Brain All Mussed Up
- We Are All Under the Same Sun
- Face
- So We Have This Thing Called Life
- Coin Slot!!!
- Inbetween Precipitation
- Maelstrom Hail
- Þröngt Meiga
- Yet Not An Inch Of It
- While Men Believe
- Velkomin
- I Feel Like a Branch
- Melting Transport
- Sun Hung Low
- White Streams on Pavement
- Þu Fannst Mig
- Miss Angela
- Are These Elevations Growing Hairs?
- I See You, Sun
- God, What Did I Do
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1 comment:
april 2009
crumbs in a basket
they are moving seats
for the wicked witch
for the pickled pitch
i do to pursue
front lines war limes
you go 'achoo!'
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