Thoughts that sometime...rhyme for Sunday, November 30, 2008

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Sunday, November 30, 2008

UFOs (from out of the past)

All so grand descending from the Mother Ship In and out of our lives they invisibly slip. Their must be some hidden away Somewhere Scientists busy solving the mystery Of just exactly what device is the Captains Chair? Roswell Roswell What did ye see? Nothing or something Or something that was... Sign in to see full entry.

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