The snow-packed roof creaks,
the central heating wheezes,
and we are silent.
the central heating wheezes,
and we are silent.
posted by Pete Green at
23:21
05 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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