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On Love of a Place
Oh Agnes, won't you go with me?
We'll be married in style
And we'll cross Lake Michigan
So blue and so wide,
We'll cross over Lake Michigan, '
'Til we come to the shore,
And our orchards will blossom
For our babies as they're born.
-From "Lovely Agnes" by Sally Rogers.
We'll be married in style
And we'll cross Lake Michigan
So blue and so wide,
We'll cross over Lake Michigan, '
'Til we come to the shore,
And our orchards will blossom
For our babies as they're born.
-From "Lovely Agnes" by Sally Rogers.
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1 comment:
And who really cares in that city about this virtual pollution index? Ok, you can smell the lovely petrol aroma in the air, but still - I've never seen there anyone who had any health problems because that perfume ))
The negative point - you get used to it, and every time I pass by a gas station, I have to force myself to leave %)
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