urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:turquoise it's always morning in my mind, my little lamb. it's always morning in my mind, my little lamb. 2008-01-13T07:18:56Z urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:turquoise:337 2008-01-13T05:12:30Z 2008-01-13T07:18:56Z <div align="center"><div align="justify"><font size="4"><font face="courier new">I'm coming over Sunday, and I think about you all the time. I wonder what you're doing; I wonder why you never cry, why Boston's always raining, and we never ever seemed alive.</font></div></font></div>