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Toronto, Ontario, Canada



And... What in the world ever became of Sweet Jane?
She's lost her sparkle, you see she isn't the same.
Livin' on reds, vitamin C, and cocaine
All a friend can say is "Ain't it a shame?"
-- The Grateful Dead
All the lines have been written There's been Sandburg,
It's sad but it's true Keats, Poe and McKuen
With all the words gone, They all had their day
What's a young poet to do? And knew what they're doin'
But of all the words writte
🏓 -- 🚗 -- ⚡ -- 📗 -- 🐟 -- 🌸 -- ⛳ -- 💛 -- 🍇 -- 👔 -- 📀 -- 🐊 -- 💃 -- 💚 -- 🌂