We drive ourselves to
We drive ourselves to
the hospital. The other
drivers cut us up.
the hospital. The other
drivers cut us up.
posted by Pete Green at
23:16
24 January 2007
About Me
- Name: Pete Green
- Location: Sheffield, United Kingdom
Poet, musician and snowflake. Sporadically sparkly. Rising slowly. Pedestrian. Grimbarian. Edgelander. King of the impossible. Big girl's blouse.
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