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Published: Nov 5, 2012

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_{I got high and found you on my mind
Resting in my lap, talking about the weather

It wasn’t stormy or even blue
Just a day when the sky couldn’t settle its mood}

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Raining-In-Baltimore

Jan 3, 2013

"just a day when the sky couldn't settle its mood."
favorite line.
and your comment made me laugh at the end, "oh, boy"
haha, how true, how true. Oh boy is right

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