Like dandruff on the blue carpet
And you just left them there
I watched them for a while
just sitting there...still...minding their own business
I watch you walk over them hour after hour after hour
I mentioned them to you, but you don't seem to mind
I can't stand it any more
So down on my knees I'm picking and picking and...
who gave me this need for neat disease
Monday, August 28, 2006
Paper Punch Holes
Posted by Kylee at 2:34 PM
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it was me!
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