Saturday I went to the march and hung out with Phil. It was your typical Oly protest, but the sun was out, the streets filled with people, it was a nice start to the protest season
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If I could just taste one sip of an answer, Maybe I could break out of this drunkard's prison. I'm homesick for a place I might have never seen. Something more than these old feet brought me here, So these feet can't take me away. No I didn't get here on my own, Whoever brought me here's gonna have to bring me home.
I'm a thousand miles from the chimera I chase. Home is a sadness, not a place.
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Maybe I could break out of this drunkard's prison.
I'm homesick for a place I might have never seen.
Something more than these old feet brought me here,
So these feet can't take me away.
No I didn't get here on my own,
Whoever brought me here's gonna have to bring me home.
I'm a thousand miles from the chimera I chase.
Home is a sadness, not a place.
Jason Webley
Absinthe Makes the Heart Grow Fonder
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