A good friend o' mine walked in time with the steady beats of the city, until the mixed up heart tore mine apart and was drunk with crimson wine. Oh, randomness of made-up lyrics
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Me no likey ice on roads. Here there are so many country back roads and bridges and I have to leave so early to get to clinicals that I'm worried terribly about driving conditions tomorrow morning.
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I WISH that we could get the icky stuff. We always get here (in Missouri) the powdery white stuff or heavy ice storms. >_<
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