As we drive along this road called life, occasionally a gal will find herself a little lost. And when that happens, I guess she has to let go of the coulda, shoulda, woulda, buckle up and just keep going.
Friday, June 6, 2008
“The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike, The devil will come, and Faustus must be damned.”
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