My old man, he's a singer in the park. He's a walker in the rain, he's a dancer in the dark. We don't need no piece of paper from the city hall, keeping us tied and true. My old man chasing away my blues.
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Tuesday 3 May 2011
Back again!
Ah, I have fallen behind. Am dazzled by the buzz talk of my co workers, Wiki, Library Thing, all being mentioned with authority! I have some catching up to do. Better stop watching Midsomer Murders on YouTube in bed at night and get Thinging!
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