Naturally, I suppose, the highways are always like that. The freeways, the side streets and the various old clay roads that lead to barns nobody's put an eye to since the 1940s or thereabouts. The way I see it, I got about fourteen or so of them lost-lookin'-for-somethin'-they-don't-know-what types scattered between Barkley to Dempsey. Three in
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- Toad the Wet Sprocket
You're so romantic, unburiable.
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maybe you "don't remember" ...but i do. and thanks. to you, and yo friend.
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Respond with cross-referenced information, please.
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When they all get out we're going to take Wall Street.
Will you be my girlfriend?
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