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Monday, January 21, 2008

Tick, tick, tick, tick, BOOM.

A walk in the rain without a coat, no chance to wonder at the clouds.
A strange journey without a map, enjoyment of the scenery all lost.
To live without a dream, just a life without future.

In the words of the lovely Nanci Griffiths, "I am a clock without hands
I'm just tickin' and that's all".

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