13.3.09
ponderings...
He sits there hungry, cold, sick. No money to buy food, no home to be warmed in, no one to care that he is slowly dying. Yet he creates the sweetest music i have ever heard. Where does the music come from???
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2 comments:
i like this
so true hey i bet he is more positive than me..boo
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