One of my favorite birds died. I'm not even home to do anything about it, or to be able to mourn properly.
Poor, poor Cricket.
:(
I hate days like this.
Wednesday, August 06, 2003
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...
And a song I was writing is left undone
I don't know why I spend my time
Writing songs I can't believe
With words that tear and strain to rhyme
...
(Simon & Garfunkel, Kathy's Song)
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