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I Dreamed Of You. I Dreamed You Were Wandering In The Dark, And So Was I. We Found Each Other. We Found Each Other In The Dark.

Your First Impulse Is To Share Good News, Your Second Is To Club Someone With It.

Here I Am, Ninety Years Old And Ready For The Cooling Board, Using A Brand New Macintosh Computer, And There You Sit, Twenty-two And Gorgeous, Fresh As A New Peach, Yet Scrawling On A Yellow Legal Pad Like An Old Maid In A Victorian Romance.

The Water Was Glassy And Calm, Still Candy-colored In The Afterglow Of Sunset.

Good Luck Is Just Bad Luck With Its Hair Combed.