You are my gypsy kind...why don't I know you at anytime...I thought we were tape and somebody put us face to face...that sounded like something over my head...but we all can talk, it's easy medicine...just send me a friendly sentiment I'll accept just alive or dead...only please don't cease your speakin' in my direction...I present...candles that don't blow out then.
-Tim Kielion
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