Thursday, October 28, 2010
sir william
august of 2007, two young spunky blondes lived, worked, played, wondered, and questioned life in the vast city of new york.... one day they came across William Chrome, a poet in every sense of the word, creating poems for people on the street with his type writer....we each provided him with a word as well as a cup of coffee and came back to find this for us:
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like woah! i don't remember THAT one!
aw memories. sweet, sweet, memories
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