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ninanevermore) wrote2005-10-07 09:46 am
ninanevermore) wrote2005-10-07 09:46 am
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Friday - A Change In The Weather
While I slept last night, Autumn finally showed up for the Texas gulf coast.
By my calendar, it's only 3 weeks late.
The air is as fresh and crisp as a potato chip.
Even the Grim Reaper was smiling as I drove past him, his cheap cigarette clench firmly in his teeth. He nodded his head and waved a little as I drove by. I waved back.
In this life, you can't be too picky; you make your friends where you find them.
By my calendar, it's only 3 weeks late.
The air is as fresh and crisp as a potato chip.
Even the Grim Reaper was smiling as I drove past him, his cheap cigarette clench firmly in his teeth. He nodded his head and waved a little as I drove by. I waved back.
In this life, you can't be too picky; you make your friends where you find them.