by Capntastic » Tue Aug 08, 2006 11:23 am
Birds sing, there's not a cloud in the sky, August 8th is a beautiful day. I see a bunch of hippies crying, yeah August 8th is a beautiful day. Like waking up from a real bad dream, suddenly everything is okay. The storm has passed, the Sun is shining, August 8th is a beautiful day. The air is sweet, Summer flowers bloomin', nowhere in sight is there anything grey. Feelings of joy are fillin' the street, yeah August 8th is a beautiful day. Like waking up from an awful dream, suddenly everything's looking good. There's been no permanent damage done, yeah August 8th came right when it should.
Poor Gus, working on a paper, staying home on such a beautiful day :(