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i'm writing a song for my grandmother.
i hope that it says all the things that i want it to.
my tree is looking pretty sad outside, most of
the trees are too (now that i think of it)
i'm waiting for warm laundry and the central
heating to kick in. i've been listening to warm
music and drinking warm drinks. i've been riding
in cold weather and sitting in a cold garage.
mostly... i'm waiting for friends to come home
and more work at the shop.
there's a woman collecting bottles from my
neighbours recycling. she's like some sort of
chinese crow. except she's wearing clothing.
crows don't wear clothes, they are always formal.
grand mere!
aidan knight.
i hope that it says all the things that i want it to.
my tree is looking pretty sad outside, most of
the trees are too (now that i think of it)
i'm waiting for warm laundry and the central
heating to kick in. i've been listening to warm
music and drinking warm drinks. i've been riding
in cold weather and sitting in a cold garage.
mostly... i'm waiting for friends to come home
and more work at the shop.
there's a woman collecting bottles from my
neighbours recycling. she's like some sort of
chinese crow. except she's wearing clothing.
crows don't wear clothes, they are always formal.
grand mere!
aidan knight.
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i'm wearing warm slippers, thinking warm thoughts, clutching cold keys, and clasping cold hands.
grandmothers are wonderful. i phoned mine today to tell her about jazz band.
dream of warm comforts and cozy christmas days to come.
sizzle,
julia
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