The babies are on the
The babies are on the way and Libby has gone to Rochester to welcome them. I've gotta stay and work one more day, then I'm heading down myself. Traditional late night loud music rules apply.
all I can see is black and white and white and pink with blades of blue that lay between the words I think on a page that I was meaning to send to you I couldn't tell if it bring my heart the way I wanted when I started writing this letter to you
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