Posted on July 9, 2006 by Heather McTammanyweak endsay nothing is rightuntil nothing is leftpicking your fightshoarding your bestfull of hot airwatery eyesclouded just stareat the saturday skiesShare this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)MoreClick to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Skype (Opens in new window)Post navigationPrevious post: riderNext post: grow it pick it pack a bowl n hit it
