Writing on the plane ride there.

June 13, 2008
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The music softly plas
Eyes glazed over from deep thought
Trying to discover the perfect words
Fit them Together To sound just right
Below, the city lights awe you
Wondering is somewhere, someone's thinking the same
You must bring yourself back to thee world
Do you think you can guess where I am?





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