And Their Eyes Are Glazed Over
01/13/2014 § 12 Comments
I hear you, little chick; you are out of food. But since the day we left the kiln, we are stuck in these positions. We might as well be on different planets. The only way I can help you is to (1) send warm thoughts your way or (2) start singin’ the Blues.
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