How come when it rains, you can never get a bus home?
posted by gateway1 at 11:48 pm
Saturday, September 24, 2005
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Learning to view the world anew and share the things I see. Each day is a new step on old paths revisited. So guess that makes me just one more passenger on this planet of ours.
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