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Apr. 4th, 2005 12:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mnt_raph*The wind has begun to pick up on the roof. A sure sign that spring is coming. Or so Raph likes to tell himself. Raph wonders if there's a Scottish word for Spring, but he doubts it.
His legs dangle over the edge of the building. There's a glass bottle of root beer in his hand. He flops back on to the tarpaper. And sings....no really. He does.*
Now look at the people
In the streets, in the bars
We are all of us in the gutter
But some of us are looking at the stars.
His legs dangle over the edge of the building. There's a glass bottle of root beer in his hand. He flops back on to the tarpaper. And sings....no really. He does.*
Now look at the people
In the streets, in the bars
We are all of us in the gutter
But some of us are looking at the stars.
