A girl flicks her hair,
wipes a drop from her forehead;
it's not even March
wipes a drop from her forehead;
it's not even March
posted by Pete Green at
10:54
24 February 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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