Days as dull as this
barely yield a syllable;
never seventeen.
barely yield a syllable;
never seventeen.
posted by Pete Green at
17:23
15 January 2009
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- Name: Pete Green
- Location: Sheffield, United Kingdom
When I'm not doing these blogs I play music.
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It's amazing how you manage to create such perfection out of nothing.
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