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I got a funny feeling we missed a page or two somehow Ohh-ohhhh, Cinderella, maybe you could help us out Does the shoe fit you now
Through the years and the kids and the jobs
Hey hey, Cinderella, what's the story all about
We're older but no more the wise -- suzy bogguss -- |
Controll I love to see the dark storm clouds rolling east across the Texas plains. There's a wide expanse of flat land that allows you to see for miles on end. You can see the tops of the clouds, white and hi-lited by the sun sinking ever lower on the horizon. The bottoms in dark contrast full of electricity and moisture. I feel as if the clouds have come down to touch me, share their electric heat with my body, my soul. I get an ache to run into the heart of the storm, to feel the wind rush around me, whipping rain painfully into my face and arms. I love the intesity, the way it makes me feel completely powerless. I have no control, therefore I do not seek it.
Brief - 2007-07-05
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