i was in this city once, with nothing but pipes.The houses were shaped like pipes, the busses, the cars, the stop lights. But everyone denied that they were pipes.
As it turned out, I was in Magritteville.
(As it turned out, I was in Magritteville.
Foxglove -- it all ends in tears anyway...,
Wed 23 Apr 2008, 0:14,
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