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The rain pounds against my windows on this dark and gloomy day.  The hurtful
noise coming from my radio is behind the garage from love Tara.  The
questions spin in my head...
How Could you?

Running around like a little child with the giggles is how I spent my week .
. . 
anticipating the show in Buffalo.

"Wouldn't you like talk about the end?"  The first words of the song behind
the garage,

Hopeful of a simple argue that can easily be reconciled.  

Mark Dunkley                    \|/      o http://www.iaw.on.ca/~markdunk
markdunk\!/iaw.on.ca              \!/ \!/    o           Coolness.
                              (  ~  )