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The road to my Saturday

Member since 2004 · Posted 20 Jan 2007 · 2 comments

The road to my Saturday is paved with foam In the heat Where the crosswalks mingle I'll search for the road I can call my own But it'll be damned And wrought from pain Wherever this road ends I will build my home

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[6] Dovina 20-Jan-07/3:57 PM Reply
A pretty dismal prospect, this. And why be so sure the road is damned? Oh, they all are - ok. But what about Sunday? Really, this is quite unclear to me.
[n/a] Ranger 21-Jan-07/3:28 AM Reply
Quite clearly about being drunk in Miskin Street on a Saturday night.