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The Blues (Lyric) by fevriere

The words hang like blues, They shiver through you and we can't stand the truth. Now his hand's kissed you. So this is what you are, Hanging on to the blues, Strung inside a guitar Like the quivering truth. Criminals on your case, Everything haunting you, Dark water, black lace, The depth of the truth. Tears unlike jewels Dull as Norfolk in truth Sinking smoke, so cruel, Your own beautiful blues.

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 10-Feb-04/10:45 AM
Do you know that as a doctor working for Her Majesty's NHS in Cambridgshire, England, my father did once remark that on the NHS patient charts he frequently used the abbreviation N.F.N, which stands for 'Normal For Norfolk'. You may not realise this, but in the past many parts of Norfolk - being mostly waterlogged - were very isolated, and a splendid amount of inbreeding took place. That's why people from Norfolk are generally spastics. Thanks, -10-




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