"I am a child, I'll last a while.
You can't conceive
of the pleasure in my smile.
You hold my hand,
rough up my hair,
It's lots of fun
to have you there."
-Neil Young "I am a Child"
Please disregard the disheveled state of our living room. It's kind of like a five o' clock shadow these days.
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