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December 02, 2011

Tom Jones syndrome

Doc, I cant stop singing "The Green Green Grass of Home." - That sounds like Tom Jones sy…

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O you that are so strong and cold,
O blower, are you young or old?
Are you a beast of field and tree,
Or just a stronger child than me?
- R.L.S.

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I saw you toss the kites on high.

- Sarah De Frehn (1939)

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I felt you push,
I heard you call.

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