Your darkened eyes throw mystery / But your lips are void of history / You could not imagine that it could happen this way, could you / I will give you dreams and I'll tell you things you'll like to hear
One of my colleagues and I went out for lunch at a nice Indian restaurant on Eglinton today. His comment, on seeing this sign: "I'd like three grams, please."
Canadian by choice. Online since 1989; more than a little burned out on the Internet. Cat-loving English teacher with the best husband ever. Weightlifter. Knitter. New mother of a beautiful baby Clara.
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