A rainbow of fruit flavor.
Odds and ends, stuff I don't think that I'll see again. Time keeps slippin' into the future. Stacks and stacks of stuff that should not be kept. Ah, the hoarders, met equally with the pitchers, yielding -- using a medium outcome or one's pitching leaves lots of space for the other one's collections of ... stuff that should be gone!
I'm the pitcher. I donate or pitch. I keep very little.
Friday, August 04, 2006
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