Summer days are here again as the birthday trumpet blows
I've had my highs, an lord forbid, I've had my lows
Simple are the joys of summer, and the plight that seasons bring
How many bullfights have you fought my son
At world's end?
Thursday, June 07, 2007
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They are cutting my wrist open today.
elegant art, bullfighting.
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