Are we there yet?
It's Friday. And I'm painting it blue and yellow, listening to the very early ABBA. When the male part of the constellation did quite a bit of singing.
Sister moves out from her house today. Today the change begins. I look at the uncertain outcome of this change with a tablespoon of curiousity, 0.5 gram of something like fear, and a pinch of mixed feelings.
(Hang on, was that an attempt to joddling at the end of "People need love"?)
7 more drives with Byron. It's going to be empty without him in the car.
Are we there yet?
It's Friday. And I'm painting it blue and yellow, listening to the very early ABBA. When the male part of the constellation did quite a bit of singing.
Sister moves out from her house today. Today the change begins. I look at the uncertain outcome of this change with a tablespoon of curiousity, 0.5 gram of something like fear, and a pinch of mixed feelings.
(Hang on, was that an attempt to joddling at the end of "People need love"?)
7 more drives with Byron. It's going to be empty without him in the car.
Are we there yet?
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