13 Dickinson St.
If you have to ask, you can't afford it.
Friday, December 17, 2004
And in the distance.... you can faintly hear....
The drums begin to beat.
They go like this:
rums felds head
rums felds head
rums felds head
rums felds head
come, they told me
rums felds head
a new born king to see
rums felds head
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