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In the Year of Thirty Nine
Dec. 15th, 2005 12:15 amDon't you hear my call though you're many years away
Don't you hear me calling you
All your letters in the sand cannot heal me like your hand
All my life
Still ahead
Pity Me.--Queen, "'39"
I turn 39 today.
My original notion of a birthday gift to myself was a new bed. The store I wanted to buy from went out of business last month.
So I'm going to drive to Florida, I hope before Xmas weekend. Would have left today but still need to draw my cash from the bank...and the weather closed in. Need to wait for a couple other things to happen anyway.
FP
Don't you hear me calling you
All your letters in the sand cannot heal me like your hand
All my life
Still ahead
Pity Me.--Queen, "'39"
I turn 39 today.
My original notion of a birthday gift to myself was a new bed. The store I wanted to buy from went out of business last month.
So I'm going to drive to Florida, I hope before Xmas weekend. Would have left today but still need to draw my cash from the bank...and the weather closed in. Need to wait for a couple other things to happen anyway.
FP
