To herald my return from a summer spent motorcycling across the country – one of the loudest psychedelic rock bands in town. Oct. 2, 1971.Eyeing the National Scene… Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
This is the tale of the crooks, transfer a termination, that was recorded, sellers had to buy the lease. $30,000 for 20 years.Jill Knowlton, thanks for sharing you tale of disappointment, with house, without a connection to the assholes on the roof.
Life is a beach, then you die, lots of love, love and hate, horns to blow, horns of a goat.
Tips and tales, sunny and bright, dazes on the sands of time, gifts to share, of other worlds. Life is a beach, then you die, lots of love, love and hate, horns to blow, horns of a goat. Fights For Rights, Writer To Read, Tips and Tales, Schools Of Hard Knocks, Beach Babes.
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