My mother, wrapping presents: "Maybe I'll just be Groucho Marx."
Happy solstice, all.
Happy solstice, all.
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- 1: You know what comes right after the dark
- 2: Me, I'm a rotten audience before I've had my coffee
- 3: If one year's back on my shoulder
- 4: When you turn a solemn promise to a blatant lie
- 5: I'm not on my own
- 6: I wish I grew Annapolis apples up above Fundy Bay
- 7: Kicking a peach pit till I worry it's blue
- 8: I liked you better when you weren't cool
- 9: Oysters, shards of glass from the sea
- 10: Your best won't be enough when you're thrown to the fire
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