Here is the message that Ca.E. left on my phone last night:
Galveston, oh Galveston I still hear your sea winds blowing I still see her dark eyes glowing Lucia was ten and 21 months When I left Galveston
Galveston, oh Galveston I still hear your sea waves crashing (and I do not like water) While I watch the tuxedo's guns flashing I clean my gun (to protect myself from Tom the Tabby) And dream of Galveston
I still see her standing by the water Standing there looking out to sea And is Lucia waiting there for me? On the beach where we used to run (or, at least, SHE did)
Galveston, oh Galveston I am so afraid of dying Before I dry the tears Lucia's crying Before I watch your sea birds flying in the sun (yum!) At Galveston, at Galveston
C.: Hi, d.c., it's me. For the last couple of days, I have been exploring Jean-Baptise Lamarck's theory. Although I have not seen any pigs, horses, cows, goats, or sheep come out of the water yet, I am sure that it will happen soon!
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