Then the jagged edge appears
Through the distant clouds of tears.
I'm like a bridge that was washed away;
my foundations were made of clay.
As my soul slides down to die,
How could I lose him? What did I try?
Bit by bit, I'd realise
That he wasn’t with me;
I'd looked into my father's eyes
i just watched the free preview of bewitched! ahha. its okay i guess. ahwell. kinda funny some parts. ahwell. i got free popcorn. and we just got back from newton for a late late supper.
and i have traffic tmr. yippedidoodah!