Ides of March —
the persistent whining
of my hard drive
Ides of March —
a hitchhiker
standing in the snow
Ides of March —
charred remains
of a house on the Rez
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Wednesday, March 15, 2006
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3 Comments:
the ole hard drives don't grow old gracefully do they?
cheers,
shane
shane - I've been described the same way. :^)
i really like all 3 of these, but especially the 3rd.
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