Misanthropy Pure
A wicked yes
Tuesday, 15 February 2011
The Sing-Along Summer Song
I wish it was Summer. The sun would shine.
We could hang out, riding our bikes.
But it isn't Summer and it's cold outside.
Nothing's what it used to be;
I guess I'll have the memories to carry them with me!
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