I dare you
To take me on
I dare you
To show me your palms
I dare you
Friday, June 17, 2011
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There's no earthly way of knowing which direction we are going, there's no knowing where we're rowing or which way the river's flowing. Is it raining? Is it snowing? Is a hurricane a-blowing? Not a speck of light is showing so the danger must be growing. Are the fires of hell a-glowing? Is the grisly reaper mowing? Yes, the danger must be growing 'cause the rowers keep on rowing, and they're certainly not showing any signs that they are slowing!
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