When we miss the train
When we miss the train
and it costs us sixty quid
it will be worth it.
and it costs us sixty quid
it will be worth it.
posted by Pete Green at
18:12
03 April 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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